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
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