Poetry

Living rays of sunshine in fragrant blossom
Hide their countenance from the silver face of
The moon riding high outside her window.
From twilight ‘til dawn, they in patient wait
‘Bide the night, keeping silent vigil o’er
The lone sleeper that lay before them.
A smile lingers at the corners of her mouth as
She dreams of open air in the spring of her youth
Running through the bright summer gardens and
Dancing with the memory of autumn.
Now, as the winter winds howl outside her waking window
She dreams of warm kisses and
A man with daffodils in his outstretched hand.

                                                     ~Christopher Thor Britt