Shorter NowA Poem by Adie Holler
The days seem shorter now.
The sun leaves by 6 and joins us at 7. It stretches over Mt. Mansfield, slowly creeps onto Burlington and makes it rest in Plattsburgh. Before he's at leisure, it must make its mark. The sky will turn different shades of Blue, Pink, Red, Orange and maybe even Purple. Now for long though, they're expecting him on the other side. The sun is gone by 6. But joins us again at 7. The days seem shorter now. © 2010 Adie Holler |
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Added on September 16, 2010 Last Updated on November 17, 2010 Author
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