As the Dark Nights Arrive

As the dark nights surround me, I succumb into its bear hug embrace.

In a soft, yellow robe of royalty, I prepare myself for the winter hibernation.

I look at my bookshelf filled with unread books and a longing to devour every poignant paragraph.

I gather the family pictures on the floor, ready to rearrange them on my hallway wall.

I take out my journal, and I begin to write without form or deadline.

As the dark nights arrive, I welcome their luminosity and pray for deep and exquisite clarity.