The sun is on the rise
It has made the turn
Its light is still oblique
Its warmth at ebb
There is no redeeming event
No solstice, no new year
Neither Ides nor equinox
Only Lenten denial
Once we skied on slopes far away
In time and memory
But oh, what times they were
A French spectacle in Les Trois Vallées
The Romans took two days away
One for Julius, one for Augustus
From February the unprotected orphan
Perhaps to shorten winter
Little did anyone care
It’s simply that time of year
And two less days of blues
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