Seasons : Winter Solstice
Time of Bleakness...
We hug.
We wish each other joy.
Remembering our blessings,
watching our innocent infant boy.
Look forward, hopefully journey,
escape the shortest night.
Your fears are hidden,
but do not forget my love,
the rose of red and white.
Remember best,
as we flee west,
toward the setting sun,
the days of peace,
not your terror, not your fright.
Quit your curtained room,
Trees, skeletal, guard your way,to sunrise promise.
to wonderful adventure,
on the darkest day.
Page last updated: 19th Mar 2010
