Dark Poetry

Winter Solstice

Respect to the darkness

with its creatures

Fiery eyes look out of the shadows

Pounce on my offering in the snow.

 

Instead of longing for the sun

Summer, light and warmth

Instead of requesting flowers and fruits

I persevere

in the dark night of my soul.

 

Inga Veit, Publizistin M.A. & Coach  |  ingaveit@web.de