Winter Solstice Sonnet
I’ve lived where the solstice air
freezes onto my mustache.
Where daylight is a vague glow
behind clouds of dirty slush.
I’ve felt that deep ancestral fear
that the sun has given up
and we’ll all shiver solid,
defeated by the menacing dark.
Light a candle with me tonight.
Share this bottle of wine.
Trust that our planet hasn’t spun
off into the eternal void
and tomorrow we’ll tilt toward summer
For this week’s Living Poetry prompt. Wishing you clear sunset skies so you can witness the conjunction of Jupiter and Saturn.