The fields are bare,
fallow.
The nights are cold,
the rain no longer gentle.
An orange moon howls to Coyote,
"See me! Dare me not."
Call me what you will, there is no denying that I am the longest night.
Day is the pillow I rest my brow upon, and in the Darkness, they light their candles to me: Winter Solstice, Saturnalia, Jack Frost, Kwanzaa, Chanukah, Ramadan, Christ Mass, Yule, New Year.
What resolution will you dare?
© 2004 Guy Koehler RWGazette Publisher
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