January Sun

At last comes the long-awaited month after the solstice.

The snow-glint yellow sun dancing on the still-porous surface of the frozen reservoir,

My heart an astronomer as it expands to greet the lengthening days.

It will not protect me, this cold sun, this small sun,

Beginning-of-winter sun.

It will not save me from stinging cheeks, numb and clumsy fingers,

The unforgiving vastness of the winter air.

Still there is joy in the sun’s rising ever further to the north

As it embarks faithfully on its slow journey towards spring.

I lower my scarf as it crests the trees,

Baring my face to this stoic, necessary light.

Date submitted: February 3, 2023 Date accepted: May 2, 2023