dark is the day

dark is the day
grown weary and wet
the dreary of winter
no summer as yet

the green deepens greener
the weeds grow in spurts
no sign of the sun
and the lack of it hurts

leave the doors closed
keep the coal fire hot burning
switch on the lights
and be done with the yearning

the sun still exists
way beyond the great grey
one day it will shine
or so people still say


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