Anonomus Scorpio Poet Free verse

Winter Solstice

Winters Solstice seems like a never-ending Earthly purgatory
The sun has taken less than more to a different story
It's January, the last true warmth my cold face can remember
It seems so infinitely long ago since that first week of November
This storm of feeling overcast is so unappealing 
Ninety-five days more requires persevering
Its for the guaranteed promise of springs revealing
We stand tall against this dirt covered white gloom
She will eventually change from icy to a world in bloom

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Paige Hind February 22, 2023 at 11:15 AM I enjoyed all the imagery here. Almost magical. Anonomus Scorpio February 22, 2023 at 11:22 AM Thank you Paige for your most encouraging visit! A.S.

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart January 26, 2023 at 7:21 PM Lovely done. I celebrate the Solstice, Pagan hippy weirdo that I am. I like to say the only thing I like about winter is spring, but this year the river still hasn’t frozen over and I’m missing the cold it usually brings. Love this piece Scorpio. xomo Anonomus Scorpio January 28, 2023 at 4:21 PM Thank you SO, SO much Mo. My muse has been a bit silent as of late. I needed this and thank you for providing it! Hugs!