Now, at this long end of June,
Unplug those showy winter lights.
Leave them to crumble.
And year after yawning year,
More slowly than
Your own beauty grows
Then goes away,
Begin to comprehend
The solemn logic of
Candles in December.
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Now, at this long end of June,
Unplug those showy winter lights.
Leave them to crumble.
And year after yawning year,
More slowly than
Your own beauty grows
Then goes away,
Begin to comprehend
The solemn logic of
Candles in December.
Lovely symmetry, excellent sound quality, and your last line is transporting — thank you!
Thank-you for your wonderful comment.
Beautiful phrasing… I love “year after yawning year”
Thank-you for your kind words.