The Sun, it rose

Refracting through the cold, crisp, crystallized, snow

The birth of a new day in its silent stillness

All life adapted to survive its harshness

Owned by the earth and cosmos

Conscious to unify in its presence

Thoughts of waking with the earth in the days to come

A rejuvenation of profound beauty that worships the sun

Thoughts of new love and a warm heart as these cold, long, and lonely nights begin to show some relief from our tip towards the north