Winter Lights Poem by Francie Lynch

Winter Lights

Rating: 3.5


Between autumn's offerings and spring's wings
Our winter lights are everything.
Crisp sky nights string tinsel streams, and
Crystal air heils winter's dreams.

Poplar trees that snowed in summer,
Are treasures held in winter's slumber.
Bare branches reach in silhouette,
For crowning stars where none now sit.

Here dreams of flight and fancy thrill
Shimmering eyes on a gift-wrapped hill.
Shorelines once rubbed by reeds,
Are splashed by our moonlight beads.
Knolls wrapped in wreaths of herring bone,
Like sirens call us from our home.

Stars held in place by poplar fingers,
Ring our ponds like carolling singers.
There nestled by framed winter scenes,
Our winter's lights glitter red and green.

Those lights that through our window stream,
Bring to mind warm Christmas dreams.

Wednesday, January 29, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: winter
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Francie Lynch

Francie Lynch

Monaghan, Ireland
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