the birds flee swift
their sights on sun
the trees shiver bare
their leaves all gone
to dens beasts shuffle
and sleep til spring
my blood runs cold
at what long nights bring
I raise my arms
and stretch a strand
small fragile bulbs
from out my hand
such weak defence
against a foe
who gobbles day
and makes light go
those twinkling sparks
remind my heart
that though it seems
like all is dark
time will fly on
and in the end
the dawn returns
to rise again
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