Winter Solstice

Winter Solstice
 
As if the sky tore open
so unmoored clouds drifted
laden heavy of wintergrief
to the rose-and-cream horizon
pastel nursery-color satin
pillowed casket-liner sunset.
An optimist’s moon, half
full, rose into longest night.

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About Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner
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5 Responses to Winter Solstice

  1. love those last two lines especially

  2. Whimsy Mimsy says:

    This was lovely – the pastel carrying through, the sorrow and hope. Very nice.

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