Long Nights Yield
Slice of moon hangs
low in the sky
Tint of maroon
reflected
Few moment before
dawn deflected
Timidly fading into
day
Long nights yield to
cycle
As winter solstice
has passed
Begrudgingly less
dark
Every morning day
breaks sooner
About the
Author: Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and
is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (16-363)
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