and yet, it slowly dawns again
and like a tired old man
the morningland takes of its coat
and wrestles itself free
from daybreak’s grey

all’s weighed down
in these December days
struggling along until the end of year
a lonely candle as its only light

o spring, o spring, awaken
these grey days and rustle in the trees
break this damp and misty silence
and blow my cares away!

16-12-2016