by Zellie M. Quinn
on Dec 26, 2011 in Poetry
Night is velvet blackness
The lady knows that she is but dust and ash.
So facing the Son she dresses for night
In a borrowed dress of dazzling white
She casts a gentle glow upon the earth,
She herself hallowed in the night’s mist
Faithfully the stars fall in behind her
Soldiers at the ready in a cold universe.
When the time of night comes to an end
She fades in the glory of the rising Star
Ascending high in the noon sky
Its’ blue a mantle for our lovely friend.
Little has changed in the heavens
That reflect the majesty of a night
When a mother beheld the newborn savior!
Zellie M. Quinn
Zellie Quinn first discovered she wrote poetry in the early 1980’s in Germany while in the Military. She found that if she flipped over the pages of important documents, the back side was a handy place to quickly write the soldier poems welling up in her. Of course when fellow soldiers began taking her poems, she learned that this was a bad thing, since during inspections missing pages on documents are not a good thing. Afterwards she obtained a degree in English, with an Emphasis on Creative Writing. She now lives in the Chicagoland area, with her husband and 5 children. For more poems and writings by Zellie M. Quinn, you can read her blog at http://zelliemquinn.wordpress.com/.