When winter nights grow long,
smoke curls into burdened skies,
sun flashes grey with purple and rose,
and joyful songs sparkle
celebrating light’s return.
Was it the fanfare
and proclamations of cheer
or the bone-chilling nights
that carved a new path to my heart?
∼My first 2017 Quadrille for dVerse Poets Pub—my little pup is curled in my lap as I prepare to click ‘Publish’.∼