For Frank Tassone’s haikai challenge.
The year begins in darkness, deepening relentlessly, rising like a black tide higher with every turn of the earth, until the solstice, and the tide is halted, ebbs, time hangs in suspense on the horizon’s rim and the sun that rises is the triumph of day over night, Sol Invictus.
winter cold bites
gnaws bitter bones
beneath the snow
shoots roots uncurl—