These are the strange and dull and heavy days
(in the Northern Hemisphere at least –
we seldom spare a thought for what ordeal
our brothers and sisters, basking in the summer sun
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I think this wonderfully eloquent and atmospheric, thought-provoking (cliche but true) piece deserves to be written in large letters and put up on my wall. For more than seven days. And especially the last stanza. M, truly superb. t x
The time of the shortest days darkens our spirits after the glitz of Christmas. You have captured the ennui beautifully in your eloquent poem with just right portion of promise of warmer days.