Sunday, December 22, 2024

Solstice

 Kissing the blackened eyes of winter,

we will find the sun for you, our sister

though the road be cold and night so dark.

She lay without her sultry lover, 

snow her whitened shroud and cover,

but on high we know he comes--hark!

His shadow looming in the gloaming,

faithful still and not for roaming, 

the bridegroom sheds his winter pall. 

The stone will move that found him missing

her cold-numbed lips he will be kissing,

and in their reunion rejoicing--all!  


(After the manner of Aurelia St. John.)


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