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 rhythms to reveal how time will 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.