On a Winternoon
In a colorful shade of brightness
on a winternoon;
with the shadows hardly bothering, at all;
the air's got a bite
as day ready's for night,
causing mercury levels to fall.
~
There's a chilliness inside the brightness
on a winternoon;
continuing to persist to convince;
on a journey Sol goes
causing shadows to grow,
one can watch Sol retreat, if one squints!
~
The colors all fade from the brightness
on a winternoon;
the day trades all it's clouds for night's bright stars;
with family member, or friend
when the day finally ends
we'll animate our winowed restaurants, and bars.
~
So we slide through the squint in the brightness
on a winternoon;
and vividly night's canopy gets raised;
time, moseys on
quietly yielding the next dawn,
then, we'll all start all over, unfazed.
Copyright © David Goodwin | Year Posted 2012
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