WINTER SOLSTICE, 2016
She cries with cold.
She drops her tears upon the wet grass,
sprays the stars with blinding blue,
shatters the calm.
She blusters and snaps us from reverie.
She Mothers our needs until
at last, she allows herself to slip
through the nights, allowing the days
oft-waited glare to return once more.
Her message, unclear this time, though space pauses
until she finishes
and we all move forward
to another beginning.