- The memory of the setting Summer Sun,
- Of warm and happy Life under his gaze,
- Has given way to Autumn’s dark and dun,
- And Winter’s icy dark and shortened days:
- Now Winter thinks himself to be the god,
- T’whom all must bow t’appease and supplicate,
- While he destroys Life’s happiness by rod,
- Of punishment called loneliness and fate;
- But Sun is growing stronger by the day,
- To melt the seeming Fate of Winter’s cold,
- And introduce his own by golden ray,
- To grow all future Life in living gold:
- This is the Fate I make for you and me;
- For I am Sun and you are Life, you see.
- Copyright, John Justice, 2015
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