Novus Annum Idyll  

January! That Bifrost plight to the year  
where sable Nyx is bluntly dominatrix  
in steering winter into vernal cheer  
and its intermix  
   
incrementally taming the Yule fog  
and subjugating the ice into cold dew  
to assuage the fungus on the fallen log  
into growth anew.  
   
Day struggles with night and night struggles with day  
and now most surely Nyx will be beaten back  
by the merciless might of the solar ray  
in de jure attack...  
   
and forward spiral orbit gravitation;  
that mandatory universal order  
locked in place as omni-matter formation,    
and substance hoarder,  
   
which has been that way since all things have begun  
to teach us all a consistency rule  
under the punitory beams of the sun,  
like ridicule,  
   
and so it will go until the equinox  
where mistress Nyx to yon Phoebus ray concedes  
and relief is given to the Arctic fox,  
and aslumber seeds,  
   
which by midsummer are reaching for the sky,  
long radiating 'twixt cockcrow and gloaming,  
where Nyx is confined by the hours thereby,  
her solstice homing,  
   
knowing well she will rule the sky, and men,  
in her mordacious black leather sovereign state  
surrounding the stars until they're born again...    
to another fate!