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And we will sing the frost away
I am tired of not writing anything down.
Soli Invicto
Will your hair brush as black in summer?
Will your shadow on crabgrass and timothy
fall as cleanly as kanji of moon and pine
the snow casts back at the northward sky?
Will your eyes reflecting beachcombers,
bicyclists, the dark firework-dashed bay
hold them all as stilly as frostline earth,
safekept as barley? Will we tumble and clip
as starved and breathless among fireflies
as in the cold sloe-dusk? Will you wake me
with shivering in the honey-dripped dawn?
Will you remember the night I kept for you?
Will your hands never grow warm?
Solstice, all.
Soli Invicto
Will your hair brush as black in summer?
Will your shadow on crabgrass and timothy
fall as cleanly as kanji of moon and pine
the snow casts back at the northward sky?
Will your eyes reflecting beachcombers,
bicyclists, the dark firework-dashed bay
hold them all as stilly as frostline earth,
safekept as barley? Will we tumble and clip
as starved and breathless among fireflies
as in the cold sloe-dusk? Will you wake me
with shivering in the honey-dripped dawn?
Will you remember the night I kept for you?
Will your hands never grow warm?
Solstice, all.
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You're welcome and thank you!
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Will your shadow on crabgrass and timothy
fall as cleanly as kanji of moon and pine
the snow casts back at the northward sky?
Will we tumble and clip
as starved and breathless among fireflies
as in the cold sloe-dusk ?
This makes me even more desperate to go sledding by moonlight....
This is the perfect poem for the winter solstice.
I just love it!
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Thank you! I wrote it very late and very tired and it still looks uncertain to me, but I am glad. I hope you can get your sledding. It's a downpour of snow here; I see more like shoveling in my future.
magic 8-ball says: shoveling in your future
sledding by starlight
The clouds have holes in them; you can see the stars through those holes, and because the clouds are racing, it looks like the stars are racing.
People have sculpted jumps on the hill, which, in the dark, you can't see until you're hitting one--then you're airborne for a second and land with a thud and laugh. You can get dizzy looking up at the stars.
There are weird colors in the sky where the lights from nearby towns are reflected up on the clouds.
A great thing to do on the longest night of the year!
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It sounds magnificent!
So may I file for a solstice poem?
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I'm always pleased to see somebody else using the word "clip" in the sense of "embrace." And "safekept as barley" and "sloe-dusk" are particularly wonderful.
Happy solstice to you as well!
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Thank you! Glad you approve of the vocabulary.
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Most welcome!
And don't forget, I'm the person who sometimes slips up and says "How beest thou?" when greeting folk. ;-)
Happy Hanukkah!
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Thank you.
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Thank you! To you, too.
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Thank you. I was in a state of massive sleep deprivation, so I couldn't even tell if it worked!