Looming solstice

Another solstice looms
as the sun sinks south
on the home straight
of its winter lap

A flake of snow
a grain of hail
first warnings
of what is to come

The leaves are shed
The branches bare
The buds slumber
for distant spring

The winds may howl
The rain can drive
The hail will clatter
and the snow flakes whirl

The promise is there
when the sun heads north
a new year beckons
and a new beginning

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