December Migration by Patricia Wallace Jones

December Migration

She sets her gaze
the way she used to choose
a patch of night and patiently wait
for stars to fall.

One by one they pass,
blow and breech on a Solstice sea.
She is captured, filled with the magic
of moon and giant, gifts unknown
in a glittered past when halls decked
and candles lit, she waited on wishes
instead of whales.

by Patricia Wallace Jones

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Editor’s Note: The deceptive simplicity of this poem belies the complex story behind the narrator’s words. Time passes. Wishes evolve.


One response to “December Migration by Patricia Wallace Jones”

  1. Risa Denenberg Avatar

    love the way this speaks to what’s important

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