Ironic perihelion

Since, I live in the Northern Hemisphere,
The planet, in its orbit round the sun
Is at ironic perihelion:
I have no comfort, though the sun is near.
Instead, half-starved for any natural light,
I take what refuge in the sunlit days
I can, before the angled and anemic rays
Are smothered by another heavy night.
Rejoice! Rejoice! The turning of the year
That heralds a return to warmth and cheer -
And most of all, the light - the day is here!.
Rejoice, they say, for better times are near!
I know the light will come, and do me good.
But I'm too tired to care. I wish I could.

Originally posted on Making Light.