Folkloric

Light, light, light!
There's more in the evenings after work,
and it's amazing what a difference it makes.
Just like last year,
I wonder at how
the attitudes change:
the darkness
is cozy in December,
but by March,
it's begins to grow
cloying and heavy,
and it's the returning light
that brings us joy.

For me,
it is these unconscious inclinations
that suggest so strongly
that a life lived
in tune with the seasons
(particularly
what we eat when, etc.)
is one that,
simply,
seems to make
a lot of sense.