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capricorn solstice
by Brian Roberts
Last May beneath a cluttered night sky
You served me candles in lieu of cake-
Stiff Stalks of light wore last harvest
like tears, melting moments I had no right
To see, nor now lament;
Oak trees, having sloughed their rust, now
harbor death with outstretched hands
A plate of zinnias, arthritic with chill,
once pried from fecund earth, now
Rest upon the silver slate.
11/18/2002 Posted on 04/12/2010
Copyright © 2025 Brian Roberts
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Anastasia Shows on 04/15/10 at 04:27 PM have read this one before, obviously, but neverless awesome. loved the line two in particular...candles in lieu of cake. brilliant!
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| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 12/30/12 at 03:33 PM I'm with Anastasia - brilliant. |
| Posted by Gail Wolper on 01/01/13 at 05:32 AM fantastic piece, brilliantly executed! |
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