Winter solstice brings a short cold day.
Tree’s buds wait hidden under red-brown coverings
their leaves tightly wrapped around one another
compressed and silently thinking – the end is near.
December roses tremble together on leafless stems
their hope flutters while sun’s feeble rays fade.
But now, in the long dark night, roots remember
that the body of earth entombing them turns
yes, turns toward the next light and a longer day –
2 responses to “Winter Solstice, Not an End but a Beginning”
Jennifer, your poem is lovely. I especially like the December roses on leafless stems combined with your Brooklyn winter roses photo.
Wonderful words Jennifer