Snow flakes round.. on the ground.. laughing lovers sled.. being good
for Santa.. children wait.. Quiet in bed.. adorn with corn.. infants born.. or porn for those at sea..
My Solstice Miss is counting colors splashed on hillside trees..
Her birthday thanks.. her worthday laughter, tears, love put to rhyme.. unique crystalline snowflake melts easy right in time..
Kiss my Solstice Miss.. respect her.. say just what I feel.. sunbeams slide ice patterns.. beauty once no one can steal..
Place her face in finest lace.. crystal fine as snow.. rapid to each fated second.. smiling as she goes.. frowns that come around recognized then put to prose.. a beauty for the season..
Vase for a living rose..
Thought.. ‘birthdays that I call ‘attitude birthdays actually make one younger.. peace of mind is the ultimate..
I wish that for my ‘Solstice Miss’.. as we birth another winter’.. Peace Tony