Comment on this
article
Praise
by Mary Jo Balistreri
Praise the sun of late December
adorning bare trees
sequins of afterglow
willows anchored in ice,
arms bent to shelter
geese small finches
Praise bronzed oaks
in wind-waving splendor
shadows on a white-washed world
flakes of new snow
in falling silence
peace on the pond
Praise Jack’s frosted windows
dreamscapes of children
and finger art fantasies
aged trees that burn
on our hearths
kindling cold hearts
Praise the solstice
that candles the dark
this shortest day
new beginning.
Return to:
|