Winter Solstice

Shadows dance on blades of grass
Leaving hintless, days of past
Frolicking birds, dancing in the bath
Sing songs which never, seem to last

Leaves on trees, blow to and fro
I wish not now, for days of snow
The warm sun’s rays too soon will go
Though I sit wishing, it were not so

Soon enough, the cold will come
Cold skin will wish then, for the sun
Though summer’s days will then be done
Winter’s majesty won’t go unsung.

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