Solstice

Sunlight faded as the grey clouds appeared
Opalescent and bright—our sky used to be
Longing for your warmth is all I endure
Somber and cold; I bear my darkest hour
Transient yet painful memories embedded in my mind
In the coldest season, winter is still warmer than your touch
Counting days until the frost turns into leaves
Evanescing slowly—turn my bitterness into avalanche