Priscilla Ott Horter

An original poem by me
A Star For My Aunt Pris- By Randall Ott
12/21/2010
As the evenings sky drops in tears of rain,
As the chill is official with tonight's Winter Solstice.
As the view thru the clouds seems futile and in vain,
As I search for a star near the Lunar Eclipse.

I'll have to close my eyes to the rain and be aware,
That on the dry side of this cloud, there is a star I can't miss.
A distant sun I can connect with somewhere,

Thinking of all of you.