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Poetic License: Winter Solstice 2003

By Staff | Dec 13, 2017

(Year of the Quintuple Bypass)

At first I thought

The cataracts had come back —

The sun glinting cold and yellow

Over the tennis courts into my eyes

Brought out the Boll glasses.

Nor was noon better —

The sun still low and stuck in time

As I drove on the causeway

To and from

The mainland mall madness,

Gray gulf and sky,

Whatever was left of day

Shrouded in jaundiced twilight.

I was relieved

To see night begin

With Venus burning bright

And low like a jetliner

And even lower on the horizon

The thin crescent of moon

Slivering toward renewal.

From darkest day had come

Most shining night

And on this longest night

Of my longest year —

The promise of ever-brightening days

Waiting to rise

Above my horizon.