Ant on an Analemma gnomon Climbs a code Across light, Across seasons When color reclaims This old gray road. It too may Overlay itself for All I know. Things come, go. Things do. New lives enter. I like winter, Don't you?
As we approach the annual sundial of winter solstice, this poem has special resonance. It brings up all those signs that those of us on "this old gray road" recognize and count. Certainly I like this about winter, too! Thanks!
As we approach the annual sundial of winter solstice, this poem has special resonance. It brings up all those signs that those of us on "this old gray road" recognize and count. Certainly I like this about winter, too! Thanks!
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