For Independence

On the darkest day they come

to witness the mystery

of the changing world they know

cycled seasons and heavens

that play on them each new year.

They thank appropriate gods

for letting them live once more

when  plenty came and ask for

deliverance again through

the tougher cold months ahead.

All look to the sun rising

higher, brighter and longer

and the seasons turning green

when they gather together

in warmth, rejoicing; knowing


About Lindsay Craik

Writer & Poet Poetry, plays and short stories
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