New breath
New start
New oath
New new
December twenty-first to
June twenty-first to
December twenty-first
This is planet time
The earth is fickle
It yearns for light;
Sweet light
Burn-the-eyes-through-closed-lids light
It strains towards
Either we are creeping towards
The longest night of the year
Or crawling to the longest day
Either we gratefully succumb to more and more dark
Or we demand more and more light
Either anticipate the dark all light long
Or crave the light all dark long
Oh, impetuous we.
Moira Dunphy January 1, 2016