With little note, the sky is changed.
Light extends its time;
And the longest darkness of our nights
Now are days behind.
The change, it happens subtle,
But that is all it takes
To begin the cycle
Where our world, again, will wake:
When life rises from the Earth,
Spreads amongst the trees,
And the darkness of our winter
Becomes but memory.
I wrote this in January but thought it relevant again. Whatever people’s perceptions are today, better days are coming and the darkness and uncertainty of this social winter will “become but memory.”