This Dance of Shadows
It seems that as the solstice climbs the hill
to goad the slothful sun to do its will
to taunt it with its ever-urgent plea
arise and start your journey sea to sea
and then upon days closing mock the moon
hold in abeyance lest it show too soon
its silver sheen that bids new lovers, kiss
shortening a one-time moment’s bliss
soft buds of Jonquil yellow breach the snow
their dream of petaled flowers held below
the softening of winter’s chilling grip
in sun and moons continued solstice trip
this dance of shadows wafting hot and cold
this gentle touch such lovers cannot hold
John G. Lawless
©1/13/2023
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2023
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