Winter Solstice

It was dark and cold and Grandmother said let's make a picnic, we'll hang the beaded sun on the ceiling, have lunch from a willow basket. She laid out great-grandmother's quilt, orange and yellow and blue, a homespun lawn on the carpet, and I in my nightgown and she in her lavender dress, ate tuna and crackers and chocolate off delicate china plates.
 



   

Comments

[Rachel]

This is beautiful.

[rel]

perfect..and delightful!
rel

[Melissa]

This is so great - loving the layout, loving the poem.

[Cathy]

Great star and great poem.

[Dave]

That's a wonderful memory.

[SB]

> That's a wonderful memory.

It would be, if it were.

But it's not.

Well, it is in spirit, but not in fact.

[Crafty Green Poet]

That's lovely and it reminds me of a book I read when I was a child.