Winter Solstice

There comes a time
where the dark can no longer hold,
when Satan’s cold grip
grows tired.

and the tide changes,
the days lengthen,
the sun breaks into the darkness,
prying back to life

your broken, frightened soul,
warming your heart, cold with loss,
cold with failures,
cold, with it’s own imaginings,

and shines light on the truth
of your beauty;
the beauty that was always there,
merely unseen in the long dark night.

About this poem

The winter solstice was just a night or so ago. The nights will grow shorter for a time. The day’s longer.  The change is so slight, day to day, that we may not notice. But that doesn’t change the fact that it is true.

“I think our Karma is changing.” said the woman I love a week or so ago. She has a tendency to be right on such things, so I listen to her, even when I don’t feel it.

The picture above was taken in Salem, NY, not far from where I live. You would not know it, but it was mid-morning when I took it. But shooting into the sun, it came out looking like an eerie dawn. Life is like that too, where light is disguised, but still, it is there, despite what we think we see.

All these things somehow merged into this poem.

Tom