The Dark Half of the Year

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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!