At sunrise, the moon continues to glow,
an orb suspended above bare branches,
sparkling with frost and promising snow.
Cracks in the grey let in the watery light
of a new day, and soon enough the sky pinks
and tourmalines reflect from frozen dew.
Kim M. Russell, 16th December 2019
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille: There’s a Shine to the Season!
Lillian is our host for the final Quadrille of 2019, and she glows with thoughts of warmth and light in winter darkness. She says that she enjoys getting her home ready for the Christmas season and tells us about her ‘memory tree’ and its ornaments made by children, grandchildren, and even one made by her brother many years ago.
Lill also shares interesting historical facts about the church her family attends, Paul Revere’s church, built in 1723, and describes its Christmas tree. She says that the church literally glows inside. And that’s the word for this last quadrille, the word, or a form of the word, ‘glow’.