darkest days of december

i wrote this poem a little over a year ago:

in the darkest days of december
the sun
a last dying ember
silhouettes of the leafless trees
along the mountain skyline, like
the hem of a nightgown trimmed with lace
i long for love,
this place,
just one little taste
the darkest days...

i remember.

everything will get lighter and lighter
after this star-laced night
(i remember)
everything will get better and better
(you)
like new
when we get through the darkest days of december.