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The winter solstice is the shortest day of our year

The meger sunlight is fleeting at best

But every following day becomes longer

The snow is not such a burden-

When it twinkles and shines like sapphire-

In the afternoon glow

The cold is just as frigid

And the winds just as biting

But it all seems a little more tolerable

As days stretch

Extra moments of sunshine

Give hope for spring

The trees will live again

Grass will poke through lacquered ice

And a new songbird will rejoice

All this comes after the winter solstice-

The shortest day of the year