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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