Winter Solstice 2017

A moonbeam nestled in the elbow of a twig. It was Aphrodite’s
            tear,
and it had a story to tell, but the night wouldn’t let it.
Owls’ eyes glowed in the foundry, and the carpet of silver rolled.
There were fairies lost in the maze of the branches.
Winter came in charmed, naked, idling like a young girl twirling a daisy.
She was an impostor tonight, relishing her disguise, as light-hearted

            as her sister, Spring.

While I, alike ready for play and afraid to unleash my own character,
put on an aging Propero beneath the stars and their flashing faces,
and tried again to capture what Lady Winter tossed away like a wrapper,
            the magic of living without the burden of thought.

 

2 comments

  1. Merry Christmas, Bro,

    Lady Winter does indeed have a magic, but it doesn’t match that
    of your pen. That last line is quite a wonderful turn and you eased
    into it with such grace and smoothness that it caught this reader
    unaware, giving it all the more punch. Loving the read!

    Sarah

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  2. A treat to read this one.

    How wonderful are these lines?

    “While I, alike ready for play and afraid to unleash my own character,
    put on an aging Propero beneath the stars and their flashing faces”

    Love Love:

    “to capture what Lady Winter tossed away like a wrapper,
    the magic of living without the burden of thought.”

    Very much enjoyed.
    take care,
    Kerri

    Like

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