Sunday, January 13, 2013

winter's gathering.

I'll bring the sun across the snow
the sweeping light from down below
the swoop of a bird across the sky
the dancing dust of winter's eye

a cup to clink and tea to brew
the warmth for hands burned blue
I'll bring laughter, you bring cheer
I'll bring coming, you bring here

and in the swiftly darkening night
I'll bring the candle's yellow light
while under the stars soft, looping lusk
the moon paints the world deep with dusk.

some winter poetry.
(lusk means lazy, just so you know :) )

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