The wall clock ticks.

We have reached the Winter Solstice.

The ache in my shoulder

Says, I grow older.

But, after tonight

The evenings will slowly turn bright

And bare trees

Bring forth leaves.

The longest day will come.

The winter solstice

Will return once more.

But the great see

Must, one day

Sweep all this away

Leaving nothing behind.

Yet we still dance