Windows Past and PresentA Poem by Richard Williams
A warmth leading to Christmas.
A cord of oak draws rhythmic interludes:
White fire riding crests of ember waves.
Sound, bonded to the night has many moods:
Flame-undulating, warm empathic curves.
A frame of lace, deftly walled, cups a torch.
Allegro beat of evening, mixed with light
Illuminates the pumpkin on the porch.
A kind of low and soundly sleeping white
Of dove, brief-feathered in the score of sleep.
The bee's rendition on a satin mound
Attracted to the apple-cider heap.
A rising scroll of meadow, sculpted sound
That perforates like footprints in the snow
The pie-crust holidays that come and go.
© 2010 Richard Williams