Since some of my regular readers enjoy poems, am putting on this crisp December morning with the stars still out, a poem originally published in a New England poetry magazine, the Aurorean, 1997...
"Winter dusk"
I love December days
When it's nearly dark,
When, eager, I await the hour
To go out in twilight's chill,
Up the big hill,
Then down our long street
To the cul-de-sac
And back.
Deepest-blue sky
Soon turns to black.
What glorious solitude --
Companioned by only
Serene bright host overhead,
And big black dog underfoot.
