The dwindling days

by Dorothy Boyson

A couple of years ago, Dorothy Boyson contributed a story of her car being rear-ended at a red light on the corner of Grove and Main Sts., Melrose. She has submitted this latest offering in time for our poetry endeavor.

The dawn disappears and the sun bids goodbye.
The autumn leaves vanish with hardly a sigh.
The happy long days of summer are past.
The shadows of time and darkness are cast.
A gaze of the future will raise our hopes high.
The birth of the Christ Child in his crib will lie.
The dwindling days will soon be at end.
The sun will reappear and peace and tranquility will descend.

January 3, 2003

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