We call upon the gods
in our darker times
To send us hope
of one more sun
A day whose zenith rises
higher
standing for a moment more
before the cold and dark
drives us inward to find a lesser fire
a warmth that must suffice
found perhaps in some reserve
dug deeper
kindled closer
until those memories
green and rising
among our dreams instinctual
turn and turn and turn again
and give us light
transient but fail safe
a gift of hope renewed.
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