The
dark half of the year is here,
The
day is swiftly gone,
There
is no respite from the dark,
But
we must carry on.
The
spirit of the dark whispers
Upon
my roof all night
And
wraps my dreams in winter mists
Void
of even starlight.
It
almost feels as if the night
Will
go on endlessly,
But
there is light just down the path
Beyond
where I can see.
For
soon the solstice will be here
And,
from that long night on,
The
days will grow into the light
And
darkness will be gone.
Sometimes
I complain bitterly
At
summer’s endless light,
But
right now it’s time to complain
About
the long, dark night!
