light cheers and the promise of light
does more for hope even than money
a morning sharp clear and bright
the sunlight turning all to golden honey
these are good things on winter's edge
the the cat that patrols round the porch
the sparrows sitting on the windowledge
the sunshine brighter now than any torch
magnificence in this bright december
reflections shards of the triumphant sun
a glow that outshines far memory's ember
in promise that the battle may be won
hope may deceive but yet to her we cling
and these late birds still have a chance to sing
16 December 2006
in the midst of work
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