Shortest day

Shortest day

swallows brightness

in diminishment

crouching against

empty branches

silhouettes of

previous solstice turned

deft on tip-toe, sore and wild

when the world was not

sleeping beneath

first frost

waiting in steamy breath

for chasing night

to subdue her urge

there’s more dark

than day in this

glassy moment they realize

taking longer steps

against setting shadows

creating winking specters

in faded swallow of

last light

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