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