tonyv Posted January 25, 2011 Share Posted January 25, 2011 ------------------A Winter Day ---Sun's lemon drop, embedded within fleece, is framed by limb of oak in daytime scenes and pales through globs of sleet on window screens. My capital, of tended fires that smolder, is often cold, but Ulan Bator's colder, and there I left my daughter in a yurt; I left her taken care of and unhurt. I like to go outside now, on hard ground, and look from side to side and all around when the moon rises -- as her bridegroom rose -- on frigid nights of not so sweet repose. Still higher, overhead, an asterism now glimmers like a gem -- a jeweled prism!---Although I know it, I know not its peace. ____________ LEMON DROPS ULAN BATOR YURT 1 Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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