The Dark Half of the Year

The perfect peace of a long, rainy night,
In the dark half of the year
The last of the harvest is stored away
The kettle purrs, warm with cheer,
The days now are short and the nights are long,
The holidays drawing near,
It’s time to treasure the blessings of life
The people that we hold dear.
It’s time to remember the loved ones lost,
A laugh, a smile or a tear.
It’s time to start easing up on the pace
Drop into a lower gear,
To make time to sit in the peaceful night
In the dark half of the year.