Poetry Friday : December 23, 2016
The land tilts away.
Sun skims the horizon
For a quarter day, shortest day
Vanishing into the earliest sunset.
Plunged into darkness–
No sunrise, no sunset–
North Pole is beyond Sun’s reach.
At its lowest point, Sun stands still,
Reverses its direction
From southward turns northward.
Autumn passes, Winter arrives
Cloaked in dark cold on the longest night.
© 2016 Alice Nine
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