Winter solstice
is two days spent,
a half moon
floats in the velvet dome of night,
I see Orion
falling towards the western horizon,
a pale
constellation over city lights.
Here in the
desert the cool night breeze
wafts around
my legs bare beneath my robe,
for I have
run outside in response to the wild calls
of two great
horned owls with romance in their hearts!
Love is in
the air and on the rooftops of Tucson
on this
Christmas Eve
I’m listening
to the owl choir
as heaven
and nature sing
on this not
so silent night, this Holy Night,
I stand
beneath Ursa Major
so thankful
for this gift.
~Kathie Adams Brown (December 24, 2013)
