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Winter Solstice Light

At the darkest time of year,

the earth, on its axis, here,

leans away from the sun,

in the Northern Hemisphere.

Leaving the days very short,

the nights long, cold and dark,

when fever and death do run,

misery leaving its devilish mark.

But while the darkness,

speaks of coming doom,

light reaches every room.

At certain parts of the day,

like peeking through windows,

for a first and very short stay.

For the artist's delight,

casts  light and shadows,

on still life just right.

Emblazoning woodsmoke,

and dust motes afloat,

aerial magic nature wrote.

Imaginary kingdoms in the air,

dispersing winter doldrums,

from sickbed sight debonair.

So quickly magic light wanes,

shadows grow once more,

into the long dark night again,

and misery returns like before.

Copyright 2021 © Ronald W. Hull

12/23/21

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