Missed writing and posting poems over the weekend, but I’m still at it.
We watch nights long and cold. We dance and sing old songs And now we slice the cake. As each night shrinks from the last Winter’s breath prepares to blast The sun will rise with hope to make. But on this night, the longest night We let our souls take flight Into the new, with hopes of old, we shall not quake. Until dawn’s light dapples bright And hungry wrens take flight A sky of blue awakes.
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