Frigid and white, 

like political lies,

winter’s high notes

fall from the sky.

Naked Earth rests

beneath ivory down,

wisened to truth

of light’s gold crown.

This golden crown, 

the omnipresent sun,

transcendent might,

won’t be undone.

Winter does bring

frost-bitten, darkened days

like flailing men

lost in old ways.

Like all other 

seasons both warm and fair,

change will come. so

do not despair.

Charmaine Coimbra, December 29, 2020