And just like that, we're back on the upswing,
tallying a few more minutes of light each day.
I'm not ready (I never am). I'm still, in need of
still more minutes to be held in winter's womb,
to gather the strength of this stillness for the
passage ahead, and the world's work beyond
that. I feel the pressure building, mounting in
increments toward the next crescendo. I'll get
with the program, soon. I will. Soon. Not yet.