The pages turned
one by one
and we’ve arrived at the end again
to the longest night, the chill of December
finding its way through our thick clothing.
It is in these darkest days
we find each other
gathered in the warmth of our homes
sitting around cheery tables and sparkling trees
enjoying the warmth of the hearth
leaving what we cannot control to its fate.
Revel in the music
Enjoy the fruits of the kitchen
Marvel in the twinkle of the colored lights
Rest
For the flowers lay sleeping
beneath their earthen quilts
waiting to be tended
when the light finally returns
again.
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