Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Winter Solstice Poem

When the first light

of winter solstice
touches the doorframe
just a hint of pink
and then the wall
eggshell delicate light
infant day asking to be held
another year turning
how strange these eyes
have seen sixty-seven
such beginnings and still
each one is more
unknown than the last
from my book, The Spaces Between