By Jessica May-Cox

bringer of light,

bringer of life,

my comfort in the night

i give my dreams to you

so i may be born anew

oh, how i miss the old times

orange, lemon, limes

grapefruit, tied with twine

in my window, calling in the sunshine

they grasp at dying rays,

a mere echo of you,

though you never decay

on the shortest day,

i think not of darkness

only of your loving glow

my heart’s encased in snow

i reunite with sunlight

you burn so i may grow

Illustration by Paavas Bansal

A reflection of celebrating the end of a year it's not Christmas.

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