Winter’s Passing

This morning’s dawn that faded fast

Is the twilight of a season past

And today’s sunset is itself a dawn

That points to a season reborn

Cold is that season with no light.

And me that slept in it.

Now the short day and long night

Has passed and me with it.

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Andrew James Whalan