Four Thirty
Four thirty on the clock
and the sun hides behind a hazy misty clock
winter chill lay on the ground in frosty trees flocked.
The unseen setting sun
plays hide and seek with clouds on the run
racing to the falling light as darkness comes.
Day light savings time looms
bringing the night early in late afternoon
when flowers no longer try to bloom.
Winter makes it's entrance well contrived
cold and damp is all it revives
when life slows it's pace and still is alive.
The hour early, the night long and cold,
embrace the thought and memories of old
as Christmas celebrated by the stories told.
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