Oh how the last glimpses of light drip into a lowering sunset, disappearing from your view
An early new moon rising, its' shape begging to dawn through
Promises from the hibernal solstice that the days incoming will grow longer, if only for you
These winter lands lay barren, snow still stuck to the ground
Earth lies in hibernation while collecting from the sun's light, leaving the moon in this blank round
All know that a lack of luminescence leaves its' mystical touch on intellectual minds, turning them more profound
One can find solace that peace can be most restored in the uncanny darkness
Plant seeds for prosperity in this winter harshness
The energy of a dark moonlight is something each must harness
Some forsake this old wives tale, but I know better than to do such a thing
I let the voices of my ancestors float down from the clouds, allowing their guidance to sing
Trudge through this frost if you want your orchard to see the light of spring
I'll plant these seeds into the soil, letting their roots breathe new life
Watering the soil carefully, loyal to its' growth like the rare good man is loyal to his wife
Willing a small sprout for future prosperity, letting it run rampant in the lands, letting it run abundantly rife
That song of guidance reminds me of the endurance I once heard these ancient trees are bound to hold
Hope grows within me each day I tend to this orchard, its' fire beating my pulse through the cold
Symbolism reminds me of me, this tree will withstand the hurricanes of life, emerging from each storm strength grown tenfold
But for now, I'll wait patiently as the Earth slowly sheds this frost
The light of dawn on this winter solstice, the power of this new moon no longer lost
Stoking the fire of cosmic interference, inviting in voyagers on paths crossed
I believe what I can't see, I challenge what appears in plain sight
More often than not, convincing swindlers peddle their poisoned apples in the broad daylight
So I'll stand tall on the idea that my days are written before they ever come to me, a comfort to which I hold tight
After all, what gets you through the depths of winter other than the promise of spring?
As simply as I trust the changing of seasons, I trust the walk along my life's invisible string
It is this lighthouse in a dark sea that helps me sleep at night, the life preserver to which I cling
So I will plant this pecan tree in lands laden with snow, generating strength from the warmth of which I was born
I leave myself no choice but to believe I can't ruin anything coming my way, any other choice would leave me forlorn
And just as the tides inevitably change with the moon, I lay to rest any ruins I used to mourn
Life ebbs and life flows, a call to serenity, one I take no credit for the origin of its' prayer -
Accepting what I cannot change, courage for what I can, & discerning the difference is the badge of honor I'll wear
Then I'll empty space in this world previously occupied by the unrequited, leaving more of my gentle heart to gladly share
I'll re-emerge into the world when the snow thaws, just as the flowers begin to bloom
Restoring strength to these weakened bones, departing from this darkness' never ending false impending doom
Until this renewal, I'll walk along the sand, my path illuminated by only the light of a new moon