Poem: Season of Light

The season of light, it softly calls,
Through winter’s chill and moonlit walls.
A whisper on the frosty air,
A promise glowing everywhere.

The days are shorter, skies are gray,
Yet in the dark, a spark will sway—
A flicker born from distant stars,
A glow that heals, a light that mars.

It dances on the frost-kissed ground,
In fire’s warmth and heart’s profound.
The shortest days, the longest nights,
Are bathed in tender, quiet lights.

The lanterns glow, the candles burn,
In every flame, a dream’s return.
A hope that rises, bold and bright,
Emerging from the depths of night.

A season where the shadows play,
But light persists to guide the way.
In every dawn, a brand new start,
A flicker kindled in the heart.

For even when the world feels cold,
The season of light is ever bold.
It tells of warmth, of love, of grace,
A shining truth in time and space.