A Poem: Winter Solstice


Winds swirling, whipping

whirling throughout trees

releasing their final Fall

leaves. Hibernation taking place

throughout natures spaces.

Sleep comes now, letting God

work, creating additional rings

of growth on old oaks.

Preparing bulbs buried deep

for a long winters nap;

be dormant, we shall see

your beauty again in Spring.


by: Joyce M. Rose-Harris © 12/21/2012




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