tonight
is a demarcation
the season
of lights
gives way
to a season
of withdrawal
or abnegation
trees
are just that
trees
bare once more
and no window
welcomes me
with warm
electric candles
all aglow
one by one
they are disappearing
only night
is joyful
and triumphant
and winter
is long
and dark
and cold
why do
we let go
so soon?
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