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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