dark of the moon
the night before solstice
midwinter
I remember
nights of dancing
song and prayer
I celebrate
in silence tonight
solitary
a watcher
(not that there is one)
would only see
an old woman
sitting and writing
sipping wine
lifting her head
now and then to gaze
at the dark
she is wearing black
and around her neck
a moonstone
I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')
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Just a silent prayer,a slight celebration and a quiet respect for the solstice, so it is, Rosemary! Nice take!
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Thanks, Hank. Blessed Be!
DeleteRosemary, this is a poem of realism, a poem of life. I share this day with you, having my own glass of wine here...on another continent. I raise my glass to you & poetry!
ReplyDeleteCheers to you, Mary!
ReplyDeleteAnd the godless watcher would see the woman and the wine and the write and knowingly smile a t the ct of lone creation
ReplyDeleteWhich comment makes me smile back!
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