Days of bliss have just begun
Snowflakes on extended tongue
Winter warden has paroled
countless prisoners into the cold
There to drift in their delight
on a well lit, Winter night
There to dream beneath these stars
where the friends of the solstice are
Long of dark and short of day
each will spend in their own way
Some by the fire enjoying a nap
and some resting in a moonlit bath
Let the year drag out slow
as we slide into tomorrow
Let us watch these Winter tides
as frozen drops fall from our eyes
(December 7th, 2017)
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Post Modern Mystic
PoesíaPoetry fills a need of the human heart to express through the construction of artistic verse, the things that hide in its depths. This book of poetry is my attempt to reach those places and beyond. See if I do. Let me know if I reach you. This will...
