"Christmas Carols in Little Russia" by Trutovsky Kolyadki‘On the Winter Solstice’ and Other Poetry by Neal Dachstadter The Society December 21, 2016 Beauty, Culture, Poetry 5 Comments On the Winter Solstice Winter Winter cold and crass Winter Winter old the grass Fast we go across the field Massed the snow and frost to wield Night of rest abed when tired Light and fest and sled and fire Caryatids At lunch I sat and humbly viewed, A carven image, unsubdued, A lofty sight, which merited, Attention toward, a caryatid. Molded column, staring straight, Women holding cares of weight, Slightly gray, beyond complaint, Night and day, not fond or faint. Photo by Jason Gaul West of France Western French, sequester far Resting Sun and blessed star Gently glowing by the pine Spent but beau with mensch and wine God of gloaming, Christ of light Geist of home and trodden flight Beau: fair (French) Mensch: honorable person (Yiddish) Geist: spirit (German) Photo by Ryan Gibson The Seamless Man The seamless fellow’s time would come, The decent man of mild aplomb, Not of grandeur, not too loud, The finer brand, the man unbowed Emily DiDonato Ice of green to gaze upon Emerald, jade, and grassy lawn Platinum swath of Emily Paints a path upon the sea Neal Dachstadter is a poet living in Tennessee. His work has been printed in Decanto Poetry Magazine (UK), Western Viewpoints and Poetic Images: the Great American West (Woodinville, Washington), Society of Classical Poets Journal 2015 (Mt Hope, New York), Rocky Point Times (Puerto Peñasco, Mexico) and The Lyric (Jericho, Vermont). A member of the Demosthenian Literary Society at the University of Georgia, he deployed to Hawija, then wrote on Lookout Mountain, continuing with Delta Kappa Epsilon International. Berkeley, Ann Arbor, and Athens encouraged him as a writer. In 2015 he wrote in Arizona at Organ Pipe Cactus National Monument five miles north of Mexico. Related Post ‘Little Girl’ and Other Poetry by Martin John Ki... Little Girl She's fishing in a rock pool just abandoned by the sea She's too engrossed within her world to notice you and me. She sprawls to dr... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail 5 Responses Ruth December 24, 2016 Wonderfully rich entwined sounds and concepts in these poems; miniature but glowing like the lights and ornaments of the festive time itself. Reply Neal Dachstadter December 31, 2016 Thanks Ruth, I appreciate what you said a great deal. Reply Wendy Bourke January 2, 2017 Wonderful, lilting words in mesmerizing rhyme. A pleasure to read … especially aloud. Reply Neal March 17, 2017 Thank you Wendy – for your reading and your response. Reply Peyton December 25, 2017 The most precious gift is one shared with others, and that is exactly what you have given to the reader. Now, it is our turn to share this gift so others are able to feel the comfort they bring to the soul. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.