Solstice

 Not here and not now

yet some winter road tells a story

of the shortest day

the longest night

This snow a simple driftless dusting

it sits lightly upon the trees

waiting quietly for new leaves 

buds tight and shiny

for now bare branches where crows alight

All who do not flee for warmer places 

light the flames

hands made warm by winter grogs in hefty cups

hearts gladdened by what is here

by what has passed

Here is the solstice 

there will be more light tomorrow