Solstice

The darkest day,
the longest night,
the ice crystals
I breathe into my lungs
are sharp, and yet
so crisp and refreshing.
And on this day of gray sky,
the morning sun
barely nods to me as I
walk briskly
through the woods.
He knows that the day will be dim.
Soon enough the moon will cast her
luminous glow,
creating a sparkle on those ice crystals.
And though during this
longest night,
the howling winds will
penetrate
any crevice or threshold,
the glimmer
dancing across the ice crystals
will remind me
that even in great darkness
magic abounds.
There is still light.

12/20/04