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Solstice Eve Soiree
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Larry Schug


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Deer and squirrel tracks,
crow tracks in fresh snow,
like instruction diagrams on how to dance
the rhumba, samba, salsa and cha cha cha,
give evidence of a street dance last night
under the eye of Old Man Moon.
Must’ve been a good party,
the snow littered with sunflower and walnut shells,
bread crumbs scattered about,
corn cobs and husks littering the ditch.
This morning a few rowdy stragglers
crow from the leafless elms at wood’s edge
when the rising sun polishes their feathers
and opens their eyes,
but the deer have bedded down under the pines
and the squirrels are quiet in their leafy nests,
all having scattered when sheriff coyote
shut the party down at dawn.
My dog sniffs out what went down last night,
looks for leftovers, cleans up the crumbs
while I take notes in the aftermath,
wishing I would have been invited.
Though I can’t dance nimble-footed as a deer,
I can surely sing as swell as a crow.


© by Larry Schug.
Used with the author’s permission.

 


Larry Schug is retired after a working life of many different kinds of physical labor. He volunteers as a writing tutor at the College of St. Benedict and St. John's University. He's also learning to play the guitar and is branching into creating music to go along with his words. Larry has published eight books of poems and has mostly decided on what to include in a ninth collection, tentatively titled Ripples and Reflections. He lives with his wife and cat near a large tamarack bog in St. Wendel Township, Minnesota.

              

 

 

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paradea:
Fantastic!!! I can see it all!!!
Posted 12/22/2019 06:57 PM
BAMars:
Very fun poem. I wish I had been there as well, although I'm sure I can't even sing as well as a crow!
Posted 12/22/2019 02:22 PM
barbsteff:
Wodering what a crow's s ong sounds like - a low bar I'd guess. Great observations.
Posted 12/22/2019 01:41 PM
CamilleBalla:
Thank you for sharing this poetic painting of the party last night. It's great to see life through the eyes and rhythm of good poetry. Next time I see footprints in the snow I will think of diagrams for cha cha, rhumba, or just a simple San Antonio stroll. 😄
Posted 12/22/2019 12:43 PM
Glen Sorestad:
A very fine poem for the Winter Solstice, Larry. Party on!
Posted 12/22/2019 11:42 AM
mail@schoolbusmart.com:
Great poem. Especially liked the imagery of the tracks being like an instruction manual on how to dance the rhumba, samba, salsa and cha cha cha. And the sheriff coyote!!! Thanks, Randy
Posted 12/22/2019 09:28 AM
Jeri Thompson:
I really can picture this scene, this party and your dog, cleaning up the mess!
Posted 12/22/2019 05:11 AM


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