I sit by the dull sparkle of a withering sun
Dawn; it is dawning
into the eventide of my soul.
Depth; it is boundless
and yet, the end is nearing. The end of breath. No, the end of measured hours.
Peace; the stillness of the night
remains hidden within my essence.
My spirit, I am

I am darkness. I am the crisp stillness of the frigid air.
I am the light of an aging star. I am rebirth. Daily. I am humor.
I am memories. I am tears. I am hope. I am her. I am him.
I am resilience. I am fire. I am thunder. I am the seed. I am you.

Season. I am.

{This is advent}