Lawrence Hall Mhall46184@aol.com https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/ poeticdrivel.blogspot.com
Everyone Writes a Drivelly Poem about the Winter Solstice And entitles it “Winter Solstice,” And yet Somehow the World Goes On
The sun seems to stand still, and too, the world An Ouroboros of lockdowns and masks And the increasing divisions of partisans In yet another republic devouring itself
There is an insubstantial Christmas truce Undeclared, a catching of breath and will In hopes that two-faced Janus will close his doors Against the failings of the coming year
The sun seems to stand still, and too, the world We also wait, and search the skies for a Star