Half an hour, and a world of lingering,
soft light is one of shadows painting
the sky black, calling the freezing night
from the realm of the fixed stars
which emerge, years and years distant,
upon the deep blue snows vanishing
into the gathering dark. Thus the
day goes and the night steps,
confident, on the stage
to start its long, chill
performance.
01.04.2023
#Poem #Poems #Poetry #Verse
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