A Quick Poem on the Longest Night

If it was the summer solstice

It would, even now, be shimmering,

The rocks and trees aglow,

Hiding in the light the fact that each

Day would be shorter than the next,

The darkness gaining ground.

But on this, the longest night,

The lingering darkness harbors

No illusions.

It is as dark as it can be.

Tomorrow, and the day after,

Light regains its footing,

A sign,