Winter Solstice
A minute or two. That is all.
but it is enough, a change of light,
more of it. Growth, even in winter,
towards warmth.
About this poem
Small steps matter.
Tom
Poem: Winter Solstice
Quarry House
The poetry, photographs and thoughts of Tom Atkins
Yes they do and I think it’s a lesson I’m learning over and over during this year. Thank you, as always, for your writings. – Ellyn Couvillion, Baton Rouge