on short days, a solstice

giving the sun its well-earned due, on this shortest day of the year.

pass by a window, pause and blink, it departs,

we each none the wiser, but it turning on.

the sun will return with the dawn, as will some of us

to breathe again in the grace of our sun, day after lengthening day,

until it turns on its heel and heads back here.