Hibernal Solstice
The shortest day of the year, the darkest
Someone I do not know tells me this,
They say it is the hibernal solstice
Officially, the beginning of winter --
Which has been threatening for weeks
While warmth my body desperately seeks,
And my psyche, like an Olympic sprinter
Toward the gold medal demanding notice,
Upon receiving it experiences true bliss
And, unlike him, spring days are my quest.
Written December 23, 2021
[Reverse rhyme scheme abcdeedcba I
frequently use in writing poems for
which I can't find a suitable format.]
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2021
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