December Reimagined

The moon risen high, over
    the burial vault of the sun
  to the accompaniment of fireworks
    from competing constellations

  ~ All this, before suppertime
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Rhymer Avatar
December 7, 2022 at 10:01 PM
Have to remind myself on the daily it's not as late as it seems.Without fail The next thing I know it is truly late and I have fritterered away the evening as I lie to myself that I have all the time in the world.Winter and it's drawing of the shade.Enjoyed Gershon.
Wolf Avatar
December 8, 2022 at 3:56 PM
I have the same problem myself, Vickey!
Bauer Avatar
December 7, 2022 at 12:33 PM
ha! well said, gershon!
Wolf Avatar
December 7, 2022 at 6:44 PM
Thank you so much, Ilene!
Forbes Avatar
December 7, 2022 at 11:50 AM
Beautiful imagery, GW!
Wolf Avatar
December 7, 2022 at 6:47 PM
Hahaha. This one is good for my image, I guess. lol. ~ Michael Jordan
Kyser Avatar
December 7, 2022 at 4:27 AM
Very nice! I love the sky at night!
Wolf Avatar
December 7, 2022 at 6:51 PM
You love the sky at night? I love the night sky! Gosh, Jeff, why can't we just get along?! lol. Thanks, my friend.
Messina Avatar
December 7, 2022 at 2:21 AM
It's dark at 4:30 these days in NJ. (Well before suppertime) lol Nicely written, Gershon! ~CM
Wolf Avatar
December 7, 2022 at 6:53 PM
Here in Chicago too, CM. Dark at 4:30 p.m. Yecchh!
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