Just days past winter solstice
Sun rising low on the southeastern horizon
Faint beams breaking through the clouds
Skimming persimmon’s bare branches
Highlighting shadowed storm waters
Streaming and snaking along dry creek
Illuminating my windowsill altar
Gilding paintbrush tips
Kissing each bead on the tree of life
Reflecting off the book filled bauble
Bouncing fro pottery gifting hugs
From a long gone friend
Meeting my eyes
Pen to paper
Dreaming the new day.
Lisa 12/27/25