Solstice

sun rolls cross moor top
barely strength to raise his head…
no shroud evident

canopy exposed
naked trees patiently wait…
wild wind shroud evident

 © Harry J Horsman 2022

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Paula Goldsmith

January 1, 2023 at 9:47 AM

A wonderful write. I pray your are feeling better. Get well fast. Hope you had a great/blessed Christmas. Happy New Year 2023 With Blessings....................

Victor Buhagiar

January 1, 2023 at 8:03 AM

I must have missed something as I did not know you were sick. We can go hand in hand. I too am not well. Your poem on solstice is so apt and to the point. Let's hope 2023 brings us better health.

Robert Gorelick

December 29, 2022 at 1:39 PM

A sobering, stark yet beautiful metaphor. May comfort peace and love be yours, Robert

Eileen Manassian

December 28, 2022 at 10:47 AM

Harry, please get well. We need you around here. Lovely write in a melancholic mood...lovely all the same.

I Am Anaya

December 28, 2022 at 9:23 AM

The sun comes back strong shining brightly, and the winds fill the sails, so keeping on sailing. Get well soon, Harry! Loveya ~Anaya

Tom Cunningham

December 26, 2022 at 9:33 PM

Quite a bleak scene Harry, hope you are on the mend. Tom

Speaks Volumes

December 26, 2022 at 6:49 PM

The picture you paint seems frail, but Harry, I know you are strong and will beat that awful illness. Look forward to seeing you in the new year with more of your stirring poems. Best Wishes Wen. Just read it again, its going on my favourite list, as to have written it, it illuminates your courage my friend. Cheers