So the shortest day comes
All at once down centuries,
light drives darkness away.
Candles in leafless snowy trees,
homes decked with evergreens,
long night fires keep years alive.
When sunshine blazes again —
they shout, reveling, echoing —
behind — our own same delight.
This shortest day reawakens us,
sleeping carol fests and friends.
Hope for peace – now, forever —
as deep winter solstice dances on.
. . . . .
The Royal Institution: A Place Called Space
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