For nearly six decades I have pondered When the shadows cast nearly north. And the sun catches the distant horizon And the days of winter now set forth.
The winter solstice has me asking What is it about the enduring night? That sets in at the end of each day When the darkness outlasts the light.
The "North Country" is where I call home. Often, sunup to sundown happens to be my clock. It is no use to fret that the day is done. Makes little difference on the path I walk.
So, I will take each moment in stride. Perhaps the seasons say it best. The days of summer I work long and hard. The days of winter it is time to ponder and rest.
I am reminded a lesson to adhere. To everything there is a reason, As the Scripture of old clearly states To the passage of day and of each season.