one day
to solstice
all my days
grow short
they begin late
they end early
today the sky
is wide pale blue
the radio plays
its seasonal songs
the sparrows
sing theirs
all my years
contract
they shrink
they pass
quickly
i am carried
through them
by time and love
and loyalty
by persistent
determined friends
who open my house
to light
who open
my heart
--
~ SB =^..^=
http://www.sbpoet.com
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