Everyone Writes a Poem about the Winter Solstice - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com 

https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/

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Everyone Writes a Poem about the Winter Solstice

 

The moon is falling away from the full

The axis of the earth will briefly pause

Planets and stars align as the Maker wills

And we wonder if we can sense our world

 

Our world as she shivers across the night

We must light a hilltop fire for her

So that she will spin the light back to us

While we search the heavens for that star

 

That star that led us to a stable long ago

And now bathes our souls with its silver glow

Everyone Writes a Drivelly Poem about the Winter Solstice - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/

poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

 

Everyone Writes a Drivelly Poem about the Winter Solstice

 And entitles it

 “Winter Solstice,”

And yet Somehow the World Goes On

 

The sun seems to stand still, and too, the world

An Ouroboros of lockdowns and masks

And the increasing divisions of partisans

In yet another republic devouring itself

 

There is an insubstantial Christmas truce

Undeclared, a catching of breath and will

In hopes that two-faced Janus will close his doors

Against the failings of the coming year

 

The sun seems to stand still, and too, the world

We also wait, and search the skies for a Star

When Autumn Slipped Away

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

 

When Autumn Slipped Away

 

When Autumn slipped away into the night

Taking along her gentleness, her smiles

The creaking walls ticked minutes dark until

Winter arrived on wild winds winging south

And made dawn’s colors hide within the earth

Yesterday’s glowing woods – now cold and grey

Haunted by drips and damps and hopelessness

And voices from a summer’s yesterday:

The world was wan with poor, pale-patterned light    

When Autumn slipped away into the night