Loneliest Winter Day
December clouds are falling,
falling into gray from a heavy sky
of snowy tears as if newly widowed
brides in white are gathered on high
to bid one last farewell to love,
and all the while, a morning fog thickens,
then, settles on a desolate earth
like a memory of last year's blizzard.
Migrating birds, too, bid farewell
as the hazy winter morn
abruptly turns to anguished night.
Even a grieving sun stays hidden
behind closed curtains...uncertain
of our planet's slowing orbit
on this, the loneliest of winter days.
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