Sunday, 20 December 2015

WINTER SOLSTICE 2015 By Bob Paris ©


You are lovely to me as that moon
Waxing gibbous now above
This distant dapple canvas oh so near
In the spread of four o’clock dusk
Crawling proudly as ample fog afloat
Our favorite riverbank near the rush
Of blue ice tumbled over mossy stones
And light with me together candlewicks
That we might sing ourselves hopeful toward
The promise of tomorrow’s brighter dawning


WINTER SOLSTICE 2015 By Bob Paris ©