For the Winter Solstice

a new poem

For the Winter Solstice

Snowbanks gleam 
against the withered sun. 

Shimmer of snowmelt 
on asphalt, freezing 

into cellophane sheets. 
I walk to write 

into the nameless
and return with a phrase 

to defy a speechless season. 

I belong here, dissolving
into the stray sounds 

of an Upstate expanse—

grave upon grave 
under ice.