Sun glides low across the sky;
Despite late rising, soon to set.
Scant light filters through the gloom
Diluted ‘til there’s no warmth left.
Still, give credit for the effort.
Kindle carefully the spark.
Perhaps tomorrow will be better, and
I’ll rise higher from the dark.
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A vestige of light is all we need to spark hope. A “late rising” sun, a “gloom diluted” hints at a kindled expectation for that darkness to lift that comes in the second stanza: so beautifully conveyed, Maggie.
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Thank you, Dora, and thanks for the prompt.
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My pleasure! Merry Christmas! 🎄
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A cloudy day at winter…. no daylight, so depressing. Hoping for some blue skies tomorrow.
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Thank you, Bjorn.
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Lovely thought. 🙂
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Thank you.
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We all yearn to rise higher from the dark. Beautiful writing, Maggie!
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Being from Portland, you must know it well, too. Thanks.
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This touched something deep in me, and brought tears.
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I’m glad you found it meaningful. ❤
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I see that this was written just a handful of days before the winter solstice and the shortest days of the year were upon us. It carries the heaviness in the first para that one feels in the cold dreariness. And then brings the hope in the last stanza, the inevitable relief that the lengthening days bring. Despite, and still. Tomorrow will be better, and the days are getting longer!
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Thank you for commenting. Yes, I am celebrating the lengthening days, and even the first flowers of the year (even though they are dandelions :). )
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