So shall the changing seasons mark the year,
Earth tilted at an angle towards the sun,
As all dance to that rhythm, everyone
Singing down the days, sun-drenched or drear.
One needs holidays to make things clear,
Needs rituals to choreograph time's run,
Singing as the cycle's almost done,
Glad still to be although the cold winds near.
Remember that this time of celebration
Endures within the vestibule of winter,
Endures because one's joy in life requires
That one undo the dark with inner light.
It needs an unremitting affirmation,
Not least because the season can be bitter,
Grace consuming one's lifelong desires,
So beautiful one dances into night.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon
Video and Audio Music: Forever Yours. By Wayne Jones. Music free to use at YouTube.