fires can listen to
musicfalls of silence
~ on the longest night ~
futures freeze briefly
as promises awaken
This poem was originally posted 12/21/2020 but not in puente form.
Solstice Puente
Wind Rush
Sharing the ephemeral joy of the moment
fires can listen to
musicfalls of silence
~ on the longest night ~
futures freeze briefly
as promises awaken
This poem was originally posted 12/21/2020 but not in puente form.
Wind Rush 
Flaming log
Licking the night ice
Mute crackling 🙂
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Love this poem – flame licking night ice. Marvelous. Thanks for your comment. Happy winter solstice.
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Same to you, and your muses and stars.
Btw, my weather app predicts that, at my
lat. and long., tomorrow’s daylight exceeds today’s by one minute. Promises awakening. 🙂
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Yes!!!
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Nice poem and in a different font too. The picture is perfect.
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Wonderful puente, LuAnne … and the final two lines are a mantra likely to stay in my head beyond today – thanks!
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Fabulous, Jazz. That makes me happy. It does seem like there’s just a pause for a moment with the alignment of Earth and sun. I feel the hint of optimism. Enjoy the long night.
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I really liked this poem, LuAnne. I liked your creative word “musicfalls” and your ingenuity in including “freeze” and “awaken” together. A lovely solstice poem…wishes to you for a beautiful one.
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Thank you so much, Jet, for your kind and specific words. May you have a beautiful solstice as well.
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