the darkness calls
but these short days
are such a tribute to the light
today i watched december sunset
linger on dusted snow that lay
among the brittle yellow grass
pink and amber hues
spilled on to icy blue
and scattered violet shades
you’d never glimpse in summer
it was then I finally understood
that light is offered by degrees —
a spiraled gift of seasons
such as these
This poem was published in laid bare, an art and poetry booklet by Diane Perazzo and Barbara Brown. 2025.
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Beautiful Diane! Your poem really caught that magical feeling sunset light has as Earth approaches the winter solstice. Long quick shadows bouncing between natural prisms of ice.
so on point and delightfully fun of gracious imagery for this in between season thank you dear one
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Such rich and vibrant imagery. I feel transported to the sunset skies. Thank you Diane for this beauty.