Poem © 2018 by Joyce Mason
I have felt you in my bones
shivering in darkness
the lights-off trial run
after turning back the clocks.
You warn in a stage whisper,
Do not turn your back
on me.
Don’t hide from the
black tunnel.
It is the rebirth
canal.
And so we draw ourselves in
working up our courage and energy
to put a toe in the bleak chute.
There we must live on the faint sound of carols,
on memories of flickering candles.
Faith is our sustenance,
our light at the end of the tunnel,
the spring that always follows winter
like clockwork
regardless of daylight savings time.
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