After the Solstice

After the Solsticeafter-the-solstice

Fallow fields glimmer in frost

Stars on the earth

The gods of the short day let the sun peak

Should short days always be so sorrowful?

Certain not

In the glimmer a thousand tiny suns speak

They are breathing

They are alive

They, like stars, promise endless wishes

I cannot count them

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