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,
Surely?
christopherjoiner 