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The winter solstice crept upon
The world where darkness fell
Like snowflakes on a pane of glass
They spread, their ice arms swell
Contrary to the thoughts of old
That snow had tremulous fate
We’d fly down hills across the land
No channel came too late
With absolutely painted skies
A catalog of life
We say goodbye to pain and tears
we recline away from strife
Then falling closer to the ground
Our activity delights
We gather up our toys and sleds
And end with the days lights
©2022 CBialczak Poetry
- Winter
- Solstice
- Snowflake
- Contrary
- Absolute
- Tremulous
- Darkness
- Channel
- Goodbye
- Painted
- Catalog
- Recline
Stine Writing 
I love the image of snowflakes on glass, arms spreading. I’ve slid down grassy hills on cardboard, but never snowy ones.
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One time, a long time ago, my late husband and I brought the kids to a sledding hill. It was across the street from a ski slope. You would grab a sled, the blow up kind, then hold onto the rope on the conveyer belt and you would get pulled to the top of the hill. Then you would sit on your sled and go. Well, I hated it. It was too fast for me and there was no way to stop and avoiding other people. The husband and kids loved it and I loved watching them out the window of the small lodge!
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Made me smile, beautiful imagery
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Love it!
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thanks!
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beautiful poem Christine! 😄
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thank you!
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