Natalie Yoder
The solitary melancholy of these winter evenings
May perhaps be a reflection of my soul
June’s radiant warmth, Summer’s golden haze
They fail to call to me as January’s desolate blue days do
Most writhe in these months the sun bids it’s temporary farewell
And I too miss the songs of the birds, the rustling of buoyant green leaves
But in the cold is crisp clarity
And as the sun falls to the west, and the world is tinted blue
I can’t help but find immense peace
In solitary melancholy of these winter evenings