We are nearing winter, now, with
Its short days and long shadows;
Leafless trees draw patterns in the sky.

We celebrated summer with
Happy hearts and open eyes,
Our laughter mingling with the
Sunshine in primal harmony.

Now, we mourn its passing.
Somehow, everything is less,
As if the world is somehow
Shrinking to match the days;
As though it is declining
With the temperature.

There is warmth in winter, though:
In hot water bottles, in scarves,
And in hearts. So, rather than
Celebrate, we bask in front of
The fire that keeps us warm
Until the Sun conquers the world
Again.

10/30/2010

Posted on 12/21/2010
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