The waves roar in then slink back toward the source
Might and muse, hope and horror, joy and loss
Mingle amidst the moon and sun with force. Continue reading
The waves roar in then slink back toward the source
Might and muse, hope and horror, joy and loss
Mingle amidst the moon and sun with force. Continue reading
Right between sensible and fantastical
Ilive my waking life partly in this world of
Darkness and light, but partly Continue reading
My Christmas pantoum poem of family and love and walks in the newly fallen snow is shared here by the marvelous Sally of Smorgasbord – Variety is the spice of life.
May your own memories of special holidays – new and old – bring you PEACE and JOY.
via Smorgasbord Christmas Posts from Your Archives- #Poetry – As Snow Falls by Pamela S. Wight

The day began when the sun soon arose
But of course in New England that’s a hoax
Because all of our days do begin, yes,
But often the sun’s hidden, I confess. Continue reading

Photo by Cheryl Crotty.
The night envelops me like soft snow over a tree branch.
I become invisible to the two-legged creatures –
That’s why I choose to “be” only during the night.