Bio Note: I am the East Region VP of the Wisconsin Fellowship of Poets. I also have a seat on the Wisconsin Poet Laureate Commission. After many years of reading poetry during break times at the factory or union office, I thought I'd try my hand at it.
Aunt Jane's Fudge (A Sweetelle)
I can’t believe I ate the whole thing, can you believe it? On this Christmas Eve I ate an entire fruitcake, then ate all of Santa’s cookies, and the rum balls I made for you. Before bed, I topped it off with a pound of Aunt Jane’s fudge. I can’t believe I ate the whole thing, can you believe it? Christmas Day there were pancakes for breakfast with maple syrup, and between then and lunch, another pound of Aunt Jane’s fudge. At dinner, a Christmas goose complete with chestnut dressing, followed by plum pudding and, of course, more of Aunt Jane’s fudge. I can’t believe I ate the whole thing, can you believe it?
Winter Solstice Brings Hope to the Northern Hemisphere
This is the day the Caesars Julius and Augustus awaken on a hot beach on the Tropic of Capricorn near Antofagasta, Chile. Instead of continuing on their journey south they water the horses mount their fiery chariots and turn again to battle the northern gods.
©2022 Ed Werstein
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