Winter Sunlight

The short days of winter are the long days of summer
turned inside out on the white wastes; the blinding glare
That makes the brightest day blacker than a cloudy night
Days so short, with the occasional spark of sunlight.

Hung thin between the dark and dark
Identical houses line grey streets paved with stone
Puddles litter the walkways and streets
Gusts of wind, addition to the long walk home.

The side-swept icy rain battering uncovered faces
I reply to the triple winds running chromatic fifths outside
Now the winter nights are enlarging their hours
The wind continues to play its perfectly derisive music,
As we creep closer into the depths of night
That seem to occur faster every single day
Taking away the sweet relief of sunlight.

The short days of winter are the long days of summer
Turned inside out on the white wastes; I miss the blinding glare
Layer upon layer but I still can’t help but shiver;
The days are so short; I miss the sunlight.

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