From ZoralinQ’s blog, and very much my kind of poetry –

ZoralinQ

Oh shadow upon me, as a steel gate

Keeps a fountain frozen longing for spring; 

In darkness, with the light’s promise, I wait

for the rising sun on new mornings’ wings.

 

Seeds, beneath ice, reject deaths history

In a mind’s aging place of well tilled soil;

Hands, cold and crossed, holding joy’s poverty

In prayer, for passing summer’s last spoils.

 

Each day in lengthy dour to silver night, 

A child, my youth, an ember in my heart;

Awakens in warmth beyond blackened light,

To await creation’s surprising spark;

 

Welcoming the ‘morrow’s  guest to arrive,

With gate left unlocked, for the solstice child.

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