Light in the darkness, the shortest day
Watery sunshine drapes its winter arm over the black mountains
At the summit he could still see into her room, where she sat perpetually alone amongst the throngs. A copy of women’s own left unthumbed
Scenes flash before them
the preachers’ pumpkin grin, smiling on the outside but hollow within
his beautiful boy, soul as big as the universe, heart as vast as the sun
Accordion music floated on the air as he met her on the Roman steps, arm in arm they faced the chill winter wind, sharp on their skin. They walked across the paving stones, a passionate Parisian affair in central Gloucester, his hands thrust pocket deep, a Dylan album cover
Light in the darkness, the shortest day
Copyright John de Gruyther 2020
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