Winter Solstice by Val Fletcher

Winters firm grip has held us fast, snow and frost, winds icy blast, the green hills painted white, the trees stiff and starched, the days bright and sunny now, the grip loosening at last. The solstice is here and the shortest day now past. The spring so near yet so far away, but some things are stirring in the longer days, the skies are clear and bright these nights the moon a glowing ball, the trees in shadow on the hills. The oak and ash so tall, not so long now the warmer sun will open little flowers, the spring days will be here to wet us with her showers.

Val Fletcher