Writing - a department of cuke-The-arts
Poems by Beverly (Horowtiz) Armstrong
Beverly's Suzuki Stories - Beverly's cuke page
soon, solstice
approaching the darkest
day not even 5pm and already
shadows slither around
what you thought was tree
or grass or someone loved.
nothing to do for it but breathe
stroke heart gently and with care
even the deaf can hear nothing
but day songs sheltering.
fires along mountain ridges
and at edges of time exploding
novas remind us. remember fireflies?
we’re only a quick spark
singing nonetheless. sun
will return at morning. birds
will pipe up. wonder what
was it like before we knew this?
Beverly Armstrong
Boulder CO
1
December 2025