Winter Poem

The silver shimmer reflects future winters.
Ones that promise more.
Calmness surrounds me as
darkness seeps around the edges.

I am not afraid.

My internal light is stronger than winter’s shadows.
It illuminates the path on this formidable march.
Blackness transforms to grayscale,
then the full-spectrum of
Yule’s pale pallet reveals the unknown.

Spirals of soft white apprehension approach,
strands of trepidation recede into the ether,
and I pilgrimage ever onward.