Eight hours of sunlight
Every day in December
Sixteen hours of night
Tag: environment
The vines have gone black
Still wrapped around fence pickets
Mourning summer’s death
Winter is coming.
The cold gets into your bones.
Darkness settles in.
Winter Saturday.
Midday sun casts long shadows.
I have the blinds down.
Dark winter morning
Sky lightens to bruised-black-blue
The sun grudges its warmth
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