(You may only use a word once in this poem, and every second line must rhyme (ABAC…))

I wait all year for its shortest day

Through months that scorch, blaze, burn

My heart seeks shelter from flaming rays

Longs after chilling, comforting snow

Blizzards cause the willows’ sway

Chipped ice, winters breath

And though flowers seemingly signal May

This foretells Decembers harvest

We admire night’s awesome display

Stars, moon, aurora borealis

A creature of twilight, sun I’ll betray

To see our world’s natural death