Winters Eve

Ink lings

The day pales, kept alive only by the radiance of the snow
Fading rays cascade across the pristine fields
Casting shades of pink and blue in final tribute to the day
Barren trees, ice coated, cast and reflect the pastel hues

Their shadows reaching out in search of evening

Bidding farewell, the sun rests its head upon
The bed of clouds lying just beyond the horizon
Sinking slowly behind the distant hills
Drifting into night, wrapped in darkness
Dreaming of a bright tomorrow

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About oldmainer

I am retired and live in southern Maine with my wife and two dogs. I started Oldmainer as an outlet for my occasional opinions and random observations, with some poetry thrown in. I welcome anyone that wants to kick back and join me here on the porch, exploring all the gifts we have been given and the memories collected. Thanks for stopping by.
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