It's here at last! The future swings into the past
The night shall rule no more. The pendulum,
its score reverses -- the day still nurses but soon
will reign supreme -- now, summer's bane will do its worst,
the fury of a woman scorned, cold, frozen tears as the
celestial gears rotate, love turns to hate and diaries left
behind, then new ones, the same kind, arrive as gifts
under the living, dying tree, and outside, the snow drifts
Author notes: https://allpoetry.com/contest/2795589-Winter-solstice-
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