As darkness grows toward solstice,
Like a plant, I lean toward light…
Focus with longing heart
Through length of darkest night
To catch a glimpse of promise for
Return of lingering light.
Though snow now falls on frozen ground,
Deep within the crust of Earth
Warmth still abides and patiently
Waits in silent hope for future Spring…
One by one, I let go of winter’s bitter days,
Both wild and spare in all its perishing glory,
Strain without precise expectation
Toward whirling dreams of what is yet to come.