Thursday, December 22, 2011

Second Night

Second night
rain falls cold
family gathers warm
Shortest day
Longest night
I sit up late
listen as water
enters earth
I enter new year
sixty one means less
than sun returns
when winter comes.


  1. Beautiful birthday sentiment expressed. Happy birthday, Victoria.

  2. I'm glad you are writing these daily poems. Your writing speaks to me and I have missed it with my busyness. You have a way of appreciating life in ways that I aspire to. I loved enjoying the cold rain from a place inside that harbors family in warmth. Happy sixty-one years to you my dear friend.