moonless solstice
noble nocturne
have mercy upon
your worthy child
my need is great
for your soft promise
as each day shortens
becomes more bitter
with withered limbs
and life’s will waning
the courage to face
a winter grim
spring will come
for those surviving
blessed be
that stand again
.
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