A New Solstice Promise

There are seasons here
Some might say otherwise
Some might say there's wet and dry
But then some too don't notice
Subtleties whispered of the future on the wind
So here we are between the dry and the wet
Where before we had autumn
Now I look for the underlying emerald
Hinted beneath the mat of brown
The grasses and scrub
Drown in the aridness of summer awakening in winter
There has been a withdrawal
A longing
For the prevalence of green
Since we moved west
There are revealing moments

Noting what is to come
In the dew dampened darkness in the shade of the oaks
Simple a desire as it may be
I long to be drenched by rain
Warmed by the sun
One year rolls to the next
The solstice holding a new promise this year
Beyond the light and into the green.