Poem on an off-white text box over a green background. Color sketch of a pot of soup at the bottom. Text reads: winter is a political ideology— I was born to the importance of sunsets and dandelions. I am learning that thistles and midnights matter, too, that there is as much beauty in a spider as a butterfly and as much bravery in a goodbye as in a hello. Joy makes a home in warmth, but perhaps the time has come to appreciate the cold. The winter is growing close, I see. There is no more sunlight when I leave to work in the morning than there is when my dull shadow finds home. But in the winter, there will be soup. In the darkness, we will shape candles and sing songs. We will make the warmth.

winter is a political ideology— #goodsoup #warmthfromwithin #hopeindarkness #communityheals