The art of word and image

Winter Solstice

A moment awakened to darkness  
inhaled in silence
as the night grows long
as a burning match lights

the twelfth candle.

We celebrate the splendor
of dark beyond the light of day 
we toast to good cheer and
view as a movie the
glowing coals of fire.

Oh, winter night I do love you so
from the warmth of my heart
to the window ice on the car
as goodbyes move slowly
down Walnut Street.