Darkness invites the weary,
and brightens their time,
with candles and fires,
with glimpses of moons,
and sparkling stars. And
through the darkening
sky peeps the pallid sun,
its silent strength grownÂ
weaker; and wearily now it
warmly shines in the myriad
eyes of the parcelled populace,
squinting and smiling, to
see and feel the hope of
wistful winter, lit by a
baby born at a time of
plagues, fear and poverty.
Then, she will garnish the
land with seed fresh shoots,
snowdrops, and daffodils,
to hearten the weary, wintry
traveller with treasures
in
the
dark.