It’s cold in Upper Michigan
The eastern sun cannot be seen
Clouds have fled to worlds unknown
Life is swallowed up in freeze
And here on terra firma, glazed
With moisture, frozen life
Shimmers beauty, raw, untamed
With every passing glint of light
But Jupiter is steady light, reflecting
Through the Milky Way
Proof the sun, though lost, is still
The evidence of coming day
© 2018 Sarah Elizabeth Moore
Sarah Elizabeth Moore 