today daylight
increments
smaller than hope
(that bitch knows
we have ahead of us
a season of ice
short days
blue shadows
angled light
but I’ll gladly add
the seconds to
an appreciable difference)
time is like that
a change so subtle
never violent
though it is a thing
that kills.
Susan Daniels Poetry 
Susan, the best of the Season to you and yours. Take care my friend. 🙂
You too, C!
Nice invocation of the solstice. Good little twist at the end, took me by surprise. The parentheses remind me of Whitman, he often used asides to great effect as well. Good work.
thank you. This one crept up on me.