Solstice
Celebrate the longest night
when winter’s apex reigns.
Fears frolic in ghostly gowns,
worries dress in rumpled dreams.
Clouds like smoky arms
wrap around the moon
beckon the wind cry
of a broken season.
Movement fastens light to life.
A moment can change everything:
the rhythm of a planet’s dance,
a reaching toward spring.
Candace Armstrong writes poetry and prose in the beautiful
woodlands of Southern Illinois. Formerly in corporate business management, she
has relocated to the country where she enjoys gardening, cooking, reading and
hiking with her husband and their canine child, Murphy. Her poems have been
published in The Lyric, MUSE, Midwest Review, California Quarterly, The
Official Poets Guide to Peace, Distilled Lives 2 & 3 and online at
Dream Quest One and the Illinois State Poetry Society's website. Her website is
a work-in-progress at candacearmstrongwriter.com.
Dear Candace,
ReplyDeleteYour debut poem is full of compelling images ("worries dress in rumpled jeans") and I love the way it teases toward spring.
Do send us more.
Blessings,
Michael
Candace,
ReplyDeleteA beautiful poem! Welcome to Whispers!
Your new friend,
David Fox
Dear Candace,
ReplyDeleteIt is good to see you have two lovely comments on your artistic poem. Welcome to Whispers! I hope you enjoy your time spent with us. Best wishes with all your writing endeavors.
Blessings,
Karen