RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR
Song of Solstice (Winter is Here)
The days become short and the nights so long
Our hearts are ringing with the sound of song
A northern chill has invaded the air
A winter darkness sweeps us in its lair
We have no true longing to venture out
Deep winter shadows fill our minds with doubt
Frost covers the ground and the air grows still
The marrow of bones senses winter’s chill
The season of death descends upon all
The heavens in mourning after the fall
We burrow ourselves inside our warm homes
And give thanks to all we are not alone
We endure this winter of discontent
And contemplate where our adventures went
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL!
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