The Miracle of the Solstice

December twenty-first A one-of-a-kind day The shortest day of the year Created by a twist somewhere in the universe It is prayed for and worshipped when it arrives Somehow the stars look brighter As if they are waiting the dead time’s end With its endless fields of virginal white The Sun also looks happier as it rises Starting the beginning of new life The same fields with grass and flowers And millions of people with their smiles The ones they lost during the long winter Brought back by the wonder of the Winter Solstice © Poem – XII/XX/MMXXI