Winter Poetry...Tanya Luca

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Winter Poetry...Tanya Luca
A Beacon of Hope Adrift Poetry written by Yours sincerely @judyconda A beacon of hope adrift the feathery branches of an evergreen tree the Yuletide spirit hung over reflections of winters glow dozens of dancing halos twinkling like tiny stars into the silent night as the season of love arrives among the new fluttering dawn breaking against the enchanting sky the radiant rebirth of the brilliant sun jubilations begin...in the hearts of many 4/6 #fairytaletuesday #fairytale #fairytaleflash #poems #poem #poetic #poet #poetry #poems #poetryofinstagram #classicpoetry #winterseason #winter #wintersolstice #winterpoetry #fairytalepoetry #Spiritique #mindfulness #Spiritual #Spirituality #mystical #mystique #mystic #mysticisim #folk #folklore #folkspirits #folkmystic #fantasy #happyholidays #happynewyear https://www.instagram.com/p/Cm83_GOStZD/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
Morning Classes
I'm wearing the blue shirt I stole from your dresser that morning. You had left me to brave the blistering wind, blowing on your chilled hands, rubbing them together the way I would at the end of a long day.
I jumped out of bed feet slipping across the hardwood floors, that frozen pond and dashed back, playing capture the flag with a soft spin of cotton that smelled like you.
To wait in the warmth, your outline on the mattress, to blow on your cold hands when you return.
N.Y. Home, Shanghai 2020
in twenty years or forty, whether i’m still clutching your hand or my own, the first snow of winter will still make me tear up like it did when i was younger. i hope we get everything we wanted someday i will stay up late during the winter solstice and write letters to the moon and pretend like no heart in the history of humanity has ever been broken.
"She knitted the truth into a scarf,
wore like a noose under the mistletoe,
she felt antic for her rosey blushes.
They were doting her like she did to them,
their lips tasted like
bellies of snow,
warm hugs in the frost.
Like icicles on powerlines,
Their kiss melted away
Leaving the ever burning heat
Of cinnamon tea on her lips."
Riley Ross
[REPOST] ~ The Shortest Day ~ Poetry by Susan Cooper So the shortest day came, and the year died, And everywhere down the centuries of the snow-white world Came people singing, dancing, To drive the dark away. They lighted candles in the winter trees; They hung their homes with evergreen; They burned beseeching fires all night long To keep the year alive, And when the new year’s sunshine blazed awake They shouted, reveling. Through all the frosty ages you can hear them Echoing behind us—Listen!! All the long echoes sing the same delight, This shortest day, As promise wakens in the sleeping land: They carol, feast, give thanks, And dearly love their friends, And hope for peace. And so do we, here, now, This year and every year. Welcome Yule! #fairytaletuesday #fairytale #fairytaleflash #poems #poem #poetic #poet #poetry #poems #poetryofinstagram #classicpoetry #winterseason #winter #wintersolstice #winterpoetry #fairytalepoetry #Spiritique #mindfulness #Spiritual #Spirituality #mystical #mystique #mystic #mysticisim #folk #folklore #folkspirits #folkmystic #fantasy #christmasseason #happyholidays https://www.instagram.com/p/CmuEDOKSkxT/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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The Longest Shadow on the Rink
small shoulders big net
the night holds its breath while he waits
no cheers yet just learning how to stand