The Longest Night
The darkest of mornings,
Light creeping slowly, very slowly,
Round the edges of my world,
As the day begins.
All day a half light struggles to make an impact
But loses the battle
And dusk takes over far too soon,
And this shortest of days
Descends into darkness.
This day has been a study in greys and black,
Skies dark, moods black, thoughts gloomy
How much longer?
And then in the evening,
A careful judgement of when to draw the curtains
And lower the blinds
A longing to shut out the dark
But a reluctance to admit the light has finally gone.
And so I turn to those pretenders,
Low lights and candlelight
Which mimic the sun
And bring some comfort and relief.
I am glad I know the light will come back,
That the light will always comes back,
Imperceptibly, longed for and waited for,
And so I close the curtains later every day
And hope - no I believe.
Copyright © Alison Douglas | Year Posted 2025
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