two poems by Betsy Lawson, WordCity Monthly Dec2020 Issue4
Winter Solstice
Rose-colored burnishes bright
By the western wall,
Majestic mauve clouds
Sweep the sky.
Hues wax radiantly,
Glow momentarily,
Coalesce,
Vanish into voids.
Immense stars
Gather
Into ancient patterns
Night materializes.
Silver flings her mantle
Over all creation.
Horses, fields, flower
Stand frozen in white time.
Shifting pearly fog
Enamels frigid air,
Etching frosty snowflake
As it freezes.
Suddenly the sun streaks
Blinding flashes, pointing to
Pink paths.
Day emerges.
Day and night
So fragile, so finite
Til the time
The sun implodes
And no one is left
To linger.
Morning Makes
Beyond the glass
The dark is damp and Dewey.
At 7:45
Cold grey Dawn barely
Begins to materialize.
The light brightens, slowly,
Continues to brighten, slowly.
Twittering birds
Chirp, scatter leaves about,
Finding food frantically.
Inky pines
Stand in vertical silence.
Scarcely over tree tops
A rosy sheen takes shape.
Wispy streaks of purple
Coalesce and spread.
Lacy pine boughs begin to
Vibrate in the breeze.
In ten seconds,
The drama is over,
Making morning
And blinding white light.
Dear God,
May this scene never end.
Will we too
Become an
Illuminating vision?
Are we one now?
My Garden of Eden
I will build
A house of
Earthen blocks,
Smeared with
Creamy stucco.
I will top
The roof with
Orange colored tiles,
The door,
A powdery turquoise.
Arched Moorish windows
Will surround
Stained glass
Edged with
Wooden shutters.
Laced grape vines
Will roof the patio,
Peach trees, fig trees,
Apple trees all around.
Fragrant flowers
And pungent herbs,
Delectable vegetables,
Drawn from
Thick black soil.
A solar panel
Atop,hard glistening tiles
On the floor,
Walls bathed in
Violet vibrant hues,
A place of my own
Making,
A place
Where there are
No
Snakes.
Betsy Lawson, twenty year retired teacher grades 4 - university, is now at age 83 really enjoying life. Surviving a devastating divorce is what pushed her to write her many poems which ultimately found their way into her book Soul Mirrors. Always a teacher, she hopes these poems also help others to find their way to happiness
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Beautiful poems with beautiful pictures. Thanks.
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