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Below the Horizon

The sun smiles a greeting at me I meet his wan rays graciously unblinded, unbowed unblinking -- I hold the cards now in December the sun's played his hand -- Pale, absent fire he slips inconspicuously below the horizon

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Caren Krutsinger

Date: 12/5/2019 4:15:00 AM

Such a lovely feeling as I read this, it lulled me into a feeling of gladness.

Gershon Wolf
Date: 12/5/2019 12:10:00 PM

I'm glad that you're glad. ~ Pollyanna ('The Glad Game!

Chris Green

Date: 12/4/2019 2:29:00 PM

One of your best I think my friend. I just love sunset poems.

Gershon Wolf
Date: 12/4/2019 3:57:00 PM

Might have had you in mind here, my friend. Thanks, gw

Ilene Bauer

Date: 12/3/2019 5:51:00 PM

nice one, gershon! i like the whole card metaphor very much...

Gershon Wolf
Date: 12/3/2019 6:05:00 PM

Thanks, ilene. Ante up! :) gw