Francie Lynch - Winter Lights

Between autumn's offerings and spring's wings
Our winter lights are everything.
Crisp sky nights string tinsel streams, and
Crystal air hails 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 gif-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 i 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.

Francie Lynch

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