Lie in wait O mighty grange.

Darkness falls upon you. 

Every day in deepest pale
Shadows lost from every wall.
No light to guide or stop our stumble.
Beauty withheld, void of sight!
Your might reduced, waiting…
Like a heart that skips a beat.
Waiting as we with bated breath.
Five hallowed days of winter;
Solstice is the vice.
Short, reserved, full of favor
It lights your sides for all to savor.
In a blink, it is gone! and you blend again once more.

© munster 2022
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