Winter Solstice

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This tall reach

of a winter’s day

scrapes silver dust

from a crumpled sky.

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I turn to face

a southern glow

with eyes upraised

and heart thrice full –

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O Sun, I’d woo thee

north again

to light this shadow land.

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(c) 1993, 2020 Betty Hayes Albright 

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A re-post from 2014… (poem written in 1993).

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