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December Dusk
by Jane E PearceAll quiet
except for the fridge,
and pages turning
in my love's book.
The sun completes
a winter day's travel,
as I think of supper,
and what to cook.
Daily burdens
shadow the roses,
while lollipops beckon,
if we'd only look.
Listen to the turquoise hours
hidden upon the shelf,
singing of purple powers
secreted in yourself.
12/29/2003
Posted on 12/29/2003
Copyright © 2025 Jane E Pearce
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 01/01/04 at 01:13 PM Eloquent, colorful, bright with hope! |
| Posted by Anita Mac on 01/02/04 at 04:46 PM This is a great poem. I get that same sort of feeling with each early sunset... Beautifully put. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 01/02/04 at 05:24 PM Magical capture of emotions and images; nicely mixed together. Reminded me of some of my own December dusks. Thanks for that! |
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