Winter Solstice – Ilse Kramer

Winter Solstice

By Ilse Kramer

In the distance the swans
Looking like white clouds
Looking like black clouds
Glide through the ice on the pond

The small white winged birds
In the spun sugar bushes
Say nothing
At all

How many flakes
In a snowball
How many tears
On your lashes

Night falls
At noontime

Posted in Poet Laureate.