The Promise

a poem for the winter solstice

The Promise

In winter, the light is sweeter
spun slowly as honey—
that careful dream of bees

the golden sound it makes
as it reaches through branches
setting even the ice to singing

a three-minute miracle
breaking through the dark
a promise—made before departing

and so too, comes the sorrow
of an entire year behind you
asking only to be held

memories fall like snow
from the other side
swirling and settling the soul

rest now, for this is the pause
before the promise
as the seed lies dreaming

hold onto the sweetness
what you have asked for
is the answer of spring