Wednesday, March 28, 2012

When the Sun Sets Later


The days are getting longer
Stirring in me a longing
For warmth
Lazy evenings on the porch
Swathed in orange and pink
As the red sun sets
And the evening star bids farewell
To the light and noise
And I, with drink in hand,
Raise a toast to the blessed darkness
That does not bring cold
Only peace and rest
And the release of words on the blank page

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