Solstice
December 21, 2021
Shortest day of the year.
All the clocks are wrong.
Overhead is a dull seashell.
Clouds cover the sun.
I have to trust
what I can't see.
And my heart --
a worried compass needle
yearning
for your light.
Shortest day of the year.
All the clocks are wrong.
Overhead is a dull seashell.
Clouds cover the sun.
I have to trust
what I can't see.
And my heart --
a worried compass needle
yearning
for your light.