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