raw day in december absence of light
a moment for thought then to bend each back
to make this journey's not a case of right
the change we hope for is both late and slight
a breeze desired arrives on the wrong tack
raw day in december absence of light
we take the winter as a sort of blight
glad we're not huddled in a tiny shack
to make this journey's not a case of right
things seem much worse when days are bright
and underfoot each blade of grass will crack
raw day in december absence of light
we know these powers far greater than our might
not one of us has got the force or knack
to make this journey's not a case of right
indifferent now between the day and night
the time is warmest when the sky's deep black
raw day in december absence of light
to make this journey's not a case of right
(C)2007, Fragano Ledgister
fruit ripens, spoils, bruises
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