‘Toward The Winter Solstice’
by Timothy Steele
“Although the roof is just a story high,
It dizzies me a little to look down.
I lariat-twirl the rope of Christmas lights
And cast it to the weeping birch’s crown;
A dowel into which I’ve screwed a hook
Enables me to reach,lift,drape,and twine
The cord among the boughs so that the bulbs
Will accent the tree’s elegant design…”
You can read the complete poem here
Throughout December and early January we’d love to hear from you with your favourite (or self-penned) Christmas and winter verse.
NB: Any self written poems will be credited to you unless you specify otherwise. We cannot guarantee which poems will be included but will try to include as many as possible.
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