i wake to blue sky, bright light and frost
i can see my breath and everything sparkles
i notice the glistening weed patch on the way to the gym and promise
myself to go back when i get home, with my camera
but by then the sparkle is melting
however, the light is there and i find bronze beauty
i think of renewal on this, the shortest day of the year, and know
the light will stay a tiny bit longer everyday now, . .
i am not afraid of the dark this year or the long, dark and rainy days
instead the days speak of cozy reading time, with the dog on my lap,
garden planning and big pots of soup. so different from last year,
when all the darkness meant was pain.