Low Winter Sun

Hearts in Darkness

By: Charles Giuliano - Nov 29, 2015

Low Winter Sun

Night comes early
Dark by four
Not just days
But hearts and minds
Dig in ever deeper
Not gloom as such
Balance from summer’s
Deceptive optimism
Winter is the time for
Epic poetry
Gloucester shipwrecks
In Olson’s Maximus
Thick tome
Measured out like
Cornflakes
Ten pages with breakfast
Wandering through
Dogtown where
The Nugents bred and farmed
In my blood and DNA
The inner Rockport
Winter is when
We wander down
The rabbit hole of self
Turning over
Hurtful memories
Those who injured us
Not friends
Or even truly enemies
They annoyed our youth
Were rivals of
Sanguine ambitions
Progress sorted out
Over time and distance
Fate and scores settled
Stories of their afflictions
Accounts of tragedy
Travails of others
Like Olson’s fishermen
Foundering in the depth
Of cold unforgiving
Oceans those
Titanic storms at sea
Waves crashing over
As well as within
The epic winter of
Our discontent
Made more glorious
The return of Persephone
From Hades
To mother earth
Tossing flowers on
Caves and graves
Where now
During arctic December
There is scant
Light