Poem: Hiding Beneath White Pines

Thought this poem was appropriate on the eve of the  darkest day of the year. I wrote it about four years ago and stumbled across it recently.

Hiding Beneath White Pines

Away from community,
pondering sunsets.

Only then do planets
Turn about, always returning
As time dies away
Ring by ring
In darkness
Hiding.

Always expanding, the universe
takes life higher—farther,
Exposing those hiding
In gardens once green,
Now tarnished every night:
Same darkness hidden,
Then exposed.