Winter Solstice Eve
I feel the afternoon cold
Take hold of my bones,
A little bit deeper
This mid December.
The smell of burning leaves
And the smoke mist
That covers me,
I embrace this time,
With the ringing chimes
Echoing throughout the hills.
Though the skies are dark
The Eagles fly out
Expansive, above the array
Of tall barren Oak Trees.
The sullen lake below
Is cast to and fro,
By today’s Northern Winds.
A preeminent sign
That the world’s design
Informs Winter shall soon begin.
~ KDW (written 20 December 2018 starting @1600)
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