Frannie Zellman
Winter Solstice
Everything plods
toward the new moon.
When you get up at one PM,
there are only three hours
of light left.
Better to make hot things,
burrow into the house
like a sleeping squirrel
hiding its stash.
If you make a fire,
it burns low
sparks will
not catch,
but drift toward flakes,
then ash.
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