We’re all in trouble if the Sun
keeps sinking earlier and rising later
No thaw in the Earth— no planting in spring
no harvest in autumn just a night with no dawn
Snow piles higher— rivers freeze to their beds
and the atmosphere shivers solid
Leaving our icicles around the final embers
of the fire we lit tonight to entice the prodigal sun
Back to the sky
Bartholomew Barker is an organizer of Living Poetry, a collection of poets in North Carolina. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit. www.bartbarkerpoet.com
Selected by the editor as a featured submission, December 2022
Whispers and Echoes 
Reblogged this on Bartholomew Barker, Poet and commented:
And on the first full day of winter here in the northern hemisphere, my poem Winter Begins has been posted to Whispers and Echoes!
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