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Monday, 28 July 2025

Travels with truth

From darkness into light, enter morning after night

Sunshine in September before the autumn rains

Dark times may develop through the daytime

Without good posture, their goes the cloak of pain


In the forest of the mighty oak we care

Beware those heavy raindrops

The loafer or the lugubrious

He lies there in his lair


Think back on the pagan years

To the minstrels and the roustabouts

To the dark days of late summer

Before the winter fights we fear


From light into darkness enters evening after noon

Dark time back in grey September

When, just as before my silver moon

Now in gloom she entered my sitting room


Dark time, not now though for to remember

Always and forever to lend her

That the light shall rise again from the embers

Of that long and cold December