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 December 21st, 2020-when we drove to the cemetery to watch Jupiter and Saturn align. 


Daguerreotype December

Frozen hazy veils

Mornings drenched in silver

Spreading deadening prevails

Fragile light, a reminder

Announcing the season of rest

Trudging slowly into winter

Wearing darkness as my crest

Black and white and gray and brown

No longer hidden in color

Brittle landscapes are stripped down

Braving death by cooler weather

Holograms of warmth bid me to retire

Mesmerizing dances

Shifting shapes in the fire

Winter’s bleakness, a blanket

Comforting and cold

Provides respite for the weary

And reflections to behold

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