Whenever the winter solstice comes
I pretend to fear
that the days will not increase with light
but will shrink and shrink ’till all is night.
For years I’ve played this game with time
and when the days begin their increase
I feign relief.

But this year
it’s the shrinking DOW I fear
and that’s no game.
Come the summer solstice
will its darkness still be here?

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