Campus Wordsmiths: Winter Solstice

Winter Solstice

The vast lake froze

On a dark cloudy day.

Like a snapshot in sepia, with

Icy grey hues of still waves.

The pallid sun at noon struggles.

Bullied by the cold,

Harried by the night,

Hanging low in the sky,

Wary of the horizon.

As the drifting snow and the wind

Powder and buff the lake's face,

Now made of ice,

Now in the cold,

Ready for a frigid feast,

The Solstice returns.

Triumphant Winter reigns.