Darkest night, shortest day.
Reverence to closing splay.
Sky’s edge cut with slice of light.
Day pours into that long night.
Progression of waning sun.
Turning season is now done.
First day of the winter cold.
Truth be found beneath the fold.
Moment on the sun ascends.
Smoothly toward this winter’s end.
Summer winds soon be stronger.
Each day now getting longer.
Elders passing unto youths.
Each one marking but half-truths.
Course of death begins at birth.
Absolute of life on earth.
Ruling this mirage of time.
Gravity of life-long climb.
Round these cycles always bend.
Hope in these may never end.
Winter’s born, season’s spinning.
End marks a new beginning.
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