NEARING SOLSTICE

Photo by S. Auberle

Now begin the long nights

a time to hunker down

bear in his den    sleeping

squirrel scurrying to bury seeds

red flags for snowplow planted.

 

I think of ancient shamans

dancing light to return

the Eskimo and his thirty words

for snow       Dr. Zhivago's

fingerless gloves      the love poems

 

he wrote by candlelight

for Lara--asleep in furs

wolves of darkness moving in

still he scribbled words

and his heart onto the page.

 

Time to go and draw

a steaming bath      sink down

in bubbles      dream poems

I'll  write by the window

ice creeping slowly up the pane.

 

~  mimi

 

unfortunately, no snow as yet this rainy, warm winter, but I  remain hopeful...