Hovering skies, thick and pewter,
Clinging to dusk, as the world drifts past winter solstice.
Forgotten candle wreath alone on the deck
Among scattered strands of remaining neighborhood Christmas glow.
Soldiering on in this year we couldn’t imagine
Clutching the tendrils of lengthening light
In hopes they tug us back into the world we once knew.
Rambling ... 