The Dark Side of Winter

And now the days seem grey on either end

Beginning matching the finish and round again

Can you know if it was morning when you woke, no sun peeking through curtains

Was it not still dawn when we walked through town, mist still hanging heavy over the fields

And with the quiet, is that not the song of a new day

Yet it lingers on til teatime when night curls its cold around everything

The curtains drawn once more with little traces of light and humanity dancing round the borders saying “we are home, but shut away”

If not for sunshine, and no togetherness, but our own little worlds

Illuminated on the promise of coming together in brighter, warmer, better times

- Original Writing -