Twelfth night

 

The lights are packed away,

boxed or binned,

depending on their

ability to shine.

 

One set remains,

indicating an unwillingness

to allow

the gloom to

dominate.

 

It is still so dark.

Longer days will come

but 'till then

let them shine,

along with the

street lights,

the distant stars,

and that eternal light

we have celebrated.

 

The one that shines

and will never be put out.