Winter Sun

 Winter Sun


At its smallest arc way south, winter solstice

Up, if you can call it that, only about ten hours a day

8AM now, and it’s finally burning through the trees

Come back north, Sun, we love you here

More so than in the southland where they take you for granted

Listen, the sun hears us, it’s already on it’s slow journey north

A little longer, a little higher arc in the sky

Until it’s over the top in midsummer

Our gardens and trees and wild places thank you, as do we,

For making your return trip   


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