Last Light by Beverly Waltz
The last light of a December day
grazes old pewter woodlands
enchanted where winter holds sway,
where brook water lies dazed
under a splintered facade of ice.
Only listen to how the wind bays
in the distance where fire
of sunset licks the backs
of charred hills as day
dies down the southwest
a blaze of rose-quartz.
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