Solstice

 

Let's call it solstice grey

When huntsmen hound the light

And daylight barely takes flight

Before it is chased away.

Let's call it solstice grey

When the sun is barely seen,

And spring's an impossible dream,

On this, the shortest day.

Let's call it solstice grey.

Bring the Yule log to burn bright.

Let it give warmth and joy on sight

As long shadows are at play.

Let's call it solstice grey

And recognise it's worth:

Rejoice in the new years birth,

For this is the shortest day.

original poetry and writing by©️HACS @ wonderingword.blogspot.com