There Are Reasons For the Seasons

A poem of winter blues and courage

Photo by Robert Piosik on Unsplash

The sun was still awake at 5 pm.
I blinked at its resolve
and saw tiny hopes
dance along the clear brown branches.

I didn’t close the blinds
but left them full
the wideness kept me open
the blindness of the lightness
told a story
there are…