The snow falls, white and brisk,
creates a soft blanket in the night.
The chilled darkness beckons the solstice closer.
Persephone returns, brought by the cycle she is bound to.
The sun yields to frigid winds.
Harsh beauty captivates we,
who hypnotically observe from frosted windows.
Husbands and sons chop wood to feed the fire.
The fireplace dances to create warmth
for the families who await an ancient birth,
excited by the promising sparkle of illuminated ground
to be revealed in the morning.
The bright reflection arrives, vivid and crisp.
Sunlight brings a glimpse of Elysian Fields,
for but a moment, brought by the solstice.
The window opens with the rising sun,
only to close with the light of the moon.
