Days are growing dark
The tilted earth feels the slant.
Long dark days here tell me
Longer, brighter days elsewhere.
The mercury hangs low,
I start the wood stove,
Being thankful for every log
The woodman delivered.
My potted hibiscus is gracefully grateful
After having spent the summer in the sun
Starts to bloom again in the mudroom
Ignoring the coordinates.
2023
Year of Rabbit
Ring of Fire 
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