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Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Prayer: "Winter Night" by May Sarton

An hour ago that birch,
that pine were separated intervals,
a light-and-shadow world of line
against the washed-in mountain walls.
But who can say that darkness falls?

What was distinct now subtly changes;
The focus opens to include
some scarcely noted interchanges
between the mountains and the wood,
as, rising slowly where they stood,
the long dark comes to take the ranges.

There is no telling how starlight
falls across shining fields of snow,
and brings this darker kind of bright
that flows back through the afterglow
and floods the earth with vivid blue,
a different radiance called Night.

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