OLD YEAR’S EVENING
The old year’s evening falls
With streaks of copper light
On frozen hills.Plump little bird
Pecks one last nighttime seed,
Lamp after lamp
lights up in neighbour’s house.
Now Luna’s shining orb
Peeks past the ridge,
Rising on high
It lays a streak
Of silver on the lakeAs one more year
Draws to its close.
Happy Old Year’s Evening, and all the best for 2018!
Filed under photography, poetry, writing
I wanted to use it for something special, the payment I got for my first published story. And I found the very thing at the local Christmas Art Show: a painting by my favourite artist, Eveline Wallace. It was priced exactly right.
The actual title of this piece is “Snow”, but I call it “Peace Angel”. (I told Eveline about it, and she approves.) He’s such a cool dude, that angel. So I wrote a poem about him, and here it is – my Christmas greeting to you.
Eveline Wallace, “Snow”, 2017. Mixed Media, 6×12″.
PEACE ANGEL
Knobbly knees
A Georgian frock coat
Spiked hair like he is
From The Rise of the Guardians
And on his bent arm
The dove.Snow whirls around him
As he says without wordsThat peace
Is not saccharine sweetness
Or fluffy emotionBut power,
Fierce courage,
And strength.
Wishing you a wonderful and peaceful Christmas!
