Slipping Past Hibernal Solstice
The quietude of winter mosses the soul
(a warm home in a hollow log). The low
wind in a velvet tone slides along the satin snow.
The cherry nose of our deity drops below the brink
of earth as he ducks away from us to drink
in darker lands, staining our white fields pink
as he goes. Bearing World Hearth away for a while,
he allows bright snow to fly and children to smile;
before spring’s warm kisses, this world without guile.
- James McColley Eilers (copyright 2008)
1 comment:
beautiful....I feel all sweet and velvety after reading it
happy new year!
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