Altered Da Vinci's "Leda"
Light thickens slowly after solstice,
the icy dawn returns drowsy with stars,
heavy with snow clouds that race through the pure glitter of silence.
Going into the new year, we begin in winter, a little dazzled with longing for new beginnings, knowing full well the pull of the past with its consolations and souvenirs.
"So I return now, years gone by,
my memories a winter bloom."
Chris Ransick
