Perihelion

P1000546A short poem for the season.

 

 

Perihelion

 

 

The geometry of time finds a minimum and a maximum

So near, so far, from the sun. Perihelion.

In the North,

Day’s end is quick.

The night comes on too soon.

In the South,

It is summer’s end.

 

 

Count the hours, the minutes. The seconds repeat.

The same old, same old, same new year.

Keep the traditions

Light the fires, open the door

To the new.

Remember you are not the first,

Nor the last.

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