Leaving solstice, every minute
\nmore of light is a particle of fire
\ndescended from the heavens.
\nThe shortest day of the year.
\nWinter depression.<\/p>\n
The lowest branch a hand can reach
\nwhen it wants to climb.
\nWinter comes nimble.
\nExtracts summer from us.
\nWhen days burst with borealis.
\nThe shimmer of the life force
\non our skin.<\/p>\n
Sing songs to the new snow!
\nWrite poems to radiance!
\nAlready, the snow drops
\nare coming from the ground,
\nflowers of winter,
\nhugging chill and cold.
\nThe ballet of the wind
\nmaking earth white
\nwith immaculate mountains.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Leaving solstice, every minute more of light is a particle of fire descended from the heavens. The shortest day of the year. Winter depression. The…<\/p>\n