The Poetry Marathon

Winter Solstice

(from Stopping By Woods on A Snowy Evening by Robert Frost)

I walk – between the woods and frozen lake

On the darkest evening of the year.

The snow – compact, slippery.

My steps cautious.

I walk between two worlds now.

The known and . . . the yet

to be determined.

The memories and the hopes.

In this year ahead – may I dance

with abandon. May I

swim in ocean waters.

May I remember, each day,

to notice the moment

the ice will thaw and

the earth will awaken.

Memorial For The Family Cabin

This Summer – no baptism

into cold water at the end of the dock.

No yearly ritual of swimming

to the buoy and back, freeing

my dormant muscles from winter’s

confines.

This Summer – we have memories,

a haphazard tumble of photographs,

and a signed real estate agreement.

Snapshot: five kids posed on the front of Dad’s boat.

Four boys surrounding one girl. Our ages range from smiling

school age to grumpy adolescent.

Snapshot: birthday party for our Irish Grammie,

toothless grin as she blows out the candles

celebrating 80-some years.

Remembrance.

Renewal.

Absolution.

Hi Poets –

Posting a note here to check that this site is working.

And . . . to get my head and heart ready for the Half Marathon on Saturday.

Here We Go . . . . !!

Colleen Schwartz