Winter Solstice
Posted on January 17, 2010
WINTER SOLSTICE
by Maggie Mayall
Worn-out browns and faded golds
Say Time has run out, Autumn is old
The wind sings "Winter" in my ear
She pricks my cheek with a chipped ice tear
But there is a rose on the rose bush there
She clings to vines that have long been bare
A lonely trophy of a timeless Spring
Confronts the threshold of Wintering
by Maggie Mayall
Worn-out browns and faded golds
Say Time has run out, Autumn is old
The wind sings "Winter" in my ear
She pricks my cheek with a chipped ice tear
But there is a rose on the rose bush there
She clings to vines that have long been bare
A lonely trophy of a timeless Spring
Confronts the threshold of Wintering