#wintersolstice
It was a hot summer day
And I asked what your favorite season was
You said it was winter, you loved the snow
And that if there was a blizzard, we'd both go
So we came up with a plan
When the winter solstice took place
We'd go out into the snow
And we'd talk in the flurries and so
I waited for the winter solstice
And when it came, a blizzard did too
And I ran into a snow-covered field alone
The cold wind chilling me to the bone
I waited for you to come
And I waited for hours on end
And while my teeth chattered, and my hands turned blue
My heart warmed just thinking about you
And I waited until the disappearance of the sun
When I finally realized you weren't gonna come
But it was too late, the cold had touched my heart
And it stopped and would never again start
Sep 30, 2024
Sep 30, 2024 at 6:09 PM UTC
Lawrence Hall
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https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/
poeticdrivel.blogspot.com
Everyone Writes a Poem about the Winter Solstice
The moon is falling away from the full
The axis of the earth will briefly pause
Planets and stars align as the Maker wills
And we wonder if we can sense our world
Our world as she shivers across the night
We must light a hilltop fire for her
So that she will spin the light back to us
While we search the heavens for that star
That star that led us to a stable long ago
And now bathes our souls with its silver glow
Dec 21, 2021
Dec 21, 2021 at 8:14 AM UTC
Lawrence Hall
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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
Dec 22, 2020
Dec 22, 2020 at 8:26 AM UTC
There’s magic in that love
Mothers’ homecooked Meals
She’s my rehab
Recoup dujour
Chicken soup for body
And soul
And heart
It’s a work of art.
There’s magic in her Love.
Dec 18, 2018
Dec 18, 2018 at 12:04 AM UTC
Less daylight...
More starlight
Is just right;
Prolonging
Our night.
Dec 20, 2016
Dec 20, 2016 at 8:45 AM UTC