To Dream a Better Dream

You Winter, whom we begged so long to come

While lilies in sequestered fields lay dreaming.

Revolution in the air, breaks through the numb.

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Hand to hand to time such a strange seeming

This year marches past shops with boarded faces

Despite the Yuletide rush and raucous beaming.

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You Winter, who on branch rests black-winged traces

Midst grumblings, unrest, sharp limned dis-ease…

And a crazed, upwelling, hopeful shout displaces

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That nemesis, the known, who clings, yet flees.

What quality of day is yet to break?

This fire-lit longest night, some prophet sees

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But tells us not,

Says simply now: Awake.

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T. Thorn Coyle

Winter Solstice, December 2014

Solstice Blessings to you all. May your life be blessed.

#WinterSolstice

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