winter solstice

when short days turn into long nights remember

bedtime stories and soft forehead kisses

from mother and father to warm your aching soul

find beauty in frosted petals floating

through forests in glass castles who wait

to kiss the dewy lips of Springs bright hues

when long nights turn into short days remember

how beautiful to meet creatures that hide

in old photographs and snow globes above

the fireplace under glowing embers that once

sparked joy, now sit in silent corners