The sun set, sinking early in reverence
and the darkness froze to the walls of night
and the trees nudged the sky and took off their hats
in respect
a moment of silence.
and this once we did not curse the night;
in laughter, in music we drank his health.
holy, holy, holy is the darkness
and the small light of our dancing.
c. December 21 2011
I know it's not really a spring poem but I remembered it and wanted to add it to my collection.
This was my favourite longest night of my life.
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