Winter Solstice (2)

While I posted this picture and poem shortly after I started this blog almost a year ago, I am re-posting it with a few minor changes today. The time leading up to winter solstice has felt particularly heavy this year, as if the earth’s gravity weighs us down even more than usual. I understand how our ancestors who had nothing more than a few precious candles or oil lights to make it through the depth of winter welcomed the light of the sun. Light was a promise, light was a gift, light was life itself. And it still is today…

Winter Solstice

At the end of a sullen day,
frozen into grey monotones,
the clouds open
to reveal an unexpected gift:

lemon zest and spring butter yellow,
gleaming gold, ochre sand dunes,
egg yolk orange and pumpkin spice.

Sun rays kiss
the cherry tree good night,
snuggling the snowy hill under a
somber purple cloak

a passionate lullaby of colors
swaying to a few breathless beats

flooding me
with certain knowing
that light will
return tomorrow
to banish the
darkness.