Winter Solstice: A Sonnet

The winter solstice is oft observe
To go unnoticed by those that live it.
The sun soon hidden by the planet
Should be cause to those concerned
To find any reason to be assured
Nature isn’t thinking how to can it.
Whether sky or screen, we might scan it
And through our study become allured.

Taught science and less of fantasy,
We lose the romance of lives that formed us.
Story yields to facts forgotten.
Slow movement is hard for us to see.
Praised most by those who scorned fuss
From movement of an orb we’re not besotten.