Winter Solstice

Peering from my window Through a thin veil of frost, It seems that an unseen force Had resolved to obscure my vision, As if it were saying, “There’s nothing out there but darkness And frightful frigid discomfort That is best left to creatures Who are suited for such environs.” Hastily I wipe the frosted pane For a glimpse of something rare, When the Earth Seemingly bickers with the Sun, Demanding a moment more of its Radiant solar comfort Only to be abruptly silenced by: Old Man winter, Who masterfully placates this Sibling wrangle and With authority unquestioned; Darkness falls With Winter’s command.