Winter holds the sun
ransom behind a thick white sky,
an infinite, opaque blanket of clouds
clutched in the arms
of the extortionist.
If you knew what you had to do
to set the sun free;
to shine furiously on all of us—
would you do it?

Winter holds the sun
ransom behind a thick white sky,
an infinite, opaque blanket of clouds
clutched in the arms
of the extortionist.
If you knew what you had to do
to set the sun free;
to shine furiously on all of us—
would you do it?