So the sun has run its course,
turned to northward once again.
Winter chill is in the air.
Southbound cranes give rattling call.
Solstice gone and Christmas here,
I greet the winter chill with cheer,
feel reborn as icy winds
massage my skin restore my strength.
When the stars break through the clouds,
aimless ships set loose by wind,
horizon reddened by the moon,
Bracing winds restore the soul.