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 ©