They call it ‘Winter Solstice’. It’s a fancy name for sure,
It has all sort of meanings—some are common, some obscure,
Occurs when one of Earth’s two poles is furthest from the sun,
Which causes light at one end: darkness for the other one.
The march of days leads to or from. It happens once a year,
In late June for those living South, December for us here,
Though it truly lasts a moment, people celebrate all day,
With festivals and parties (and a chance to go astray?).
There’s some believed this solstice was the sign of sun’s
rebirth,
Cause from that moment on, the days grew longer here on earth.
A very special moment, something major, a benchmark,
It doesn’t matter what they say…to me, it means it’s dark!
Cause Mondays do get knocked a lot,
With POETRY, we all besought,
To try to make the week begin
With pleasant thoughts…
Perhaps a grin?
Have crafted poems for you to see.
And now you’ve read what we have wrought…
Did we help?
Or did we not?
Next week's the last one of the year!
It has been one of dread and fear,
Sooo...
Ignore the chaos 'fore us spread,
Let's hear all our 'RESOLVES' instead.
