Poems for Advent 2

Christmas Star

Spinning silver in the dark

it caught the spark

of cold and needle green

the scarlet sheen

of warm red coat

the silent stroke

of hand and clock

the winding shock

of bells that know

beyond its glow

the flash of morning star

too far

to focus what it brings

only what sings

with sun at last

small

wings amongst the grass.

Jeff Guess