A singular event—
Our sun hovers over lush Tropics.
The coy North Pole
Tips away.
Luminated hours shrink to an octet in
Our boreal climes.
Weather forecasters assess
Winter an infant,
Newborn upon December’s inception.
The bewildered prepare for end times while
Ancient rituals evoke
Natural connections—
Brief day
Morphs into prolonged night.
Janine Donoho 