At Winter Solstice

The memory comes home again,

Burning story from my youth

Shining through all of me;

The love and the truth.

Feeling renewed;

Sharing it

With my

Friends  ————   At Winter Solstice

and dear



From the reflection

Of Christmas renewed;

Burning story from my youth,

The memory comes home again.

About Lindsay Craik

Writer & Poet Poetry, plays and short stories
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