As Days Grow Short

As days grow short and sunlight fades Nature’s hues shift from bright to grey in midst of plague, darkness pervades the birds fly south but we must stay. Together we will make it through though days grow short and sunlight fades our faith stands strong, our hearts are true and so shall break midwinter’s shade. In blackest hour when doubt invades despair creeps in and all seems dire as nights grow long and sunlight fades strike flint to light the solstice fire. All gather round our newfound light quaff winter ale, sing old ballades till dawn banishes longest night as sun grows strong and darkness fades. (Quatern with traveling traveling line)