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December Light

by Michael Wooff

Unmasked, unasked,
The sun’s unduly bright
This cold December day.

Walking towards it outside, I look away,
Eyes lowered, head bowed,
Unable to take so much light.

The moon, first thing, was right on cue,
As though it had been tasked
To hold the fort until the sun, so proud,
Could better show the blue.


Copyright © 2020 by Michael Wooff

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