Solstice

Icy cold
frozen moon
hanging in a crystalline sky
as it was foretold

Tree skeletons
appear if dead
save pines and ivy
holly berries red

Snow falls
on frozen water
The sun is gone
The fearful cower

Fires burning
in little hovels
keep hope alive
the sun will come again

Snow lies on scarlet berries
which shout to us “Have faith my children!
As we live so shall ye!
Together we will see the Spring!”

Burn the Yule!
Eat, drink and dance!
Celebrate the faith! Hope lives!
We shall see the dawn.

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About toritto

I was born during year four of the reign of Emperor Tiberius Claudius on the outskirts of the empire in Brooklyn. I married my high school sweetheart, the girl I took to the prom and we were together for forty years until her passing in 2004. We had four kids together and buried two together. I had a successful career in Corporate America (never got rich but made a living) and traveled the world. I am currently retired in the Tampa Bay metro area and live alone. One of my daughters is close by and one within a morning’s drive. They call their pops everyday. I try to write poetry (not very well), and about family. Occasionally I will try a historical piece relating to politics. :-)
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One Response to Solstice

  1. beetleypete says:

    The shortest day must have indeed seemed terrifying at one time, Frank. No wonder they had a festival!
    “Eat, drink, and be merry. For tomorrow we die!
    Best wishes, Pete.

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