Poem for January 9, 2025

Thanks for the wisdom, Minerva.

We seek solace despite winter’s chill
When harmony and joy stand still
Relative, always, to the plights of others
Alone with the warmth under flannel covers.

Emerging briefly in a somber trance
Unable in front of mirror to dance
No delight even found in favorite songs
Love’s absence from the soul prolonged.

Then heartfelt words from a clever friend
Enrapture and remind we may soar again
Like violas through snow our passions persist
Her lesson? Grief and joy can coexist.