Eulogy for a winter sky

I bid you goodnight,
dear day,
day that started so brisk and true,
so free of choice and happenstance
of each moment
that would call up and meet
my every walking step.
Yes, goodnight,
fair day.
May you sleep now,
and be rested,
smothered in the joyful truth
that ever shall you tarry
in my
eternal
sky.


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