Late Afternoon in January
The sun sinks low enough to bathe this room in warming light,
And suddenly the day is changed. No longer an oppressive
Thing, a threat from which to hide away, it mimics spring,
And, doing so, ignites a spark of joy.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2025-01-08 at 23:46
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