Poem: “Winter Solstice” / by Shanelle Gabriel

Every December 

Creeps up like it’s wearing

Fuzzy socks on a concrete floor

Every year ends and 

Begins with concrete plans

Planted into resolutions soil

That may or may not bloom

The chill of winter

Comes from doubt 

You wonder

If you tilled the soil correctly all year

If the ground will split with your labor

The cold you feel through your thin soles shoes

Is the fear of the possibility

That you are standing in the same barren spot you were

The solstice before

What new thing will you allow to enter your life 

What old thing will you leave behind

This is the longest night

Giving you more time to dream

About the coming day 

So I ask myself what will I give away

And what will stay