Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #172
Blue Lights by Belinda Roddie Blue lights were strewn across the birch trees that sat in Dad's front yard, while red dripped from bush after bush, artificial against green. We stopped by to have drinks with our old man, who had freshly retired, improving his golf swing, and finding a new zeal in sports, cuisine, and politics. I was impressed that he had taken time to decorate at all this year. When I commented on that, he smiled and said, "the new girlfriend told me that I should." My brother nearly dropped his glass. "New girlfriend?" "Yes," our dad answered. "She's coming to meet you this Christmas Day, so be nice to her and do as I say."