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More poems about Winter.
SHORT DAYS
The sun awakes late on
winter days,
Sometimes vivid and bright or
in a haze
Of coldness in this clime not wanting
to stay,
So soon descends, too soon gone
far away.
Her zenith is reached just a little
after ten,
By four her face is hidden only rays
show then
For a short time, and now the snow
glows warm,
As the wind blows we see snow-bows
slowly form.
When there are blue skies, the sun
shining bright,
All wish she would stay give us more
of her light,
But then comes the night with stars in
glittering array,
The aura round the moon gives even a
better display,
Then day’s short reign dims as the night
sky we see.
Until the snow clouds come again in their
thick density.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 9 December 2005