The Winter Solstice
Frozen embers
Icicles outlining
The skyline of cities
Rooftops covered with snow
Drifts blown across highways
Festooning the landscape
In marshmallow white
While barren fields
That once grew corn
Reaching for the sky
Replaced with snow mountains
A skier’s paradise
Singing a new refrain
Of winter’s melodies
Carved from the frozen embers
Like prehistoric amber
Encasing fossils
Branding the days and nights
With winter’s insignia
Of icicle sculptures
Molded into family crests
And holly trees
Burgeoning with berries
Red and green
Against the white snow
Proclaiming the winter solstice
Moving forward
Toward the new year
Bruce Levine is a Pushcart Prize poetry nominee, a Spillwords Press Awards winner, and a Featured Writer in WestWard Quarterly. Over three hundred of his works are published on over twenty-five on-line journals including Ariel Chart, Literary Yard, 5-7-5 Haiku Journal: over seventy print anthologies including Tipton Poetry Journal, Poets’ Espresso Review, WestWard Quarterly, and the chapbook Sweet Dreams. He is also a classical composer. Visit him at www.brucelevine.com