Solstice 2

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

It is the darkest
of all days so far
this year.
I’m sure it will
never be light again,
never with bright sunshine
and hidden breezes.

But tomorrow
will show up,
and the light
will gain over the dark,
and you will be running
down spring’s path,
clinging to my arm.

6 Comments

Filed under Ethel Mortenson Davis, poems, Poetry

6 responses to “Solstice 2

  1. I hope. Winter is forever sometimes!

  2. Let us hope. Wishing you both all the best for the coming year.

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