Winter Solstice. Morning Makes. Poems by Betsy Lawson

Winter Solstice   Rose-colored burnishes bright By the western wall, Majestic mauve clouds Sweep the sky. Hues wax radiantly, Glow momentarily, Coalesce, Vanish into voids. Immense stars Gather Into ancient patterns Night materializes.   Silver flings her mantle Over all creation. Horses, fields, flower Stand frozen in white time. Shifting pearly fog Enamels frigid air,Continue reading “Winter Solstice. Morning Makes. Poems by Betsy Lawson”