Winter solstice

Creeping coldness folds warm summer air
away and leeches green from every tree
till winter has its way and all is muted,
yellowed, damp. Darkening days
shrink time. Half-hearted skies
linger through morning and
afternoon is a just gasp
of pale sun, low on
a garden wall.
Long fingers
spread
night
over
grass.
But look –
along bare
limbs, colour
unfurls, inviting
light that steps into
landscape and reaches out
to day’s edges. Time uncurls,
stretches into days that blaze and
long afternoons with the sun creeping
leisurely to horizon, where it hesitates to
sink, not wanting to miss a moment of summer.

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