Hope in the Darkness

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 grown 

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.