Absent sun

We speak in cliches yet we do not know.
The clock change makes us grumble every year,
We say we hate dark nights and   winter snow

If we were original, what show!
The unacknowledged boredom makes us swear,
We speak in cliches but we do not know.

Oh, lovers and strength lost deal many blows.
And life itself will at frail bodies tear
Then we say we hate dark nights and snow

While we’re  living, we will undergo
The changes of the seasons and the years
We speak in cliches; we’re afraid to know.

We have gifts  yet we each suffer blows
Like all  creation, we might live with flair
Though we hate dark nights, the ice, the snow

Inside dwells our soul both frail and bare
Despite its lack, with it we love, revere
We speak in cliches, still afraid to know.
We  reproach the low down sun and snow