An etched pen-and-ink illustration with a red accent, evoking "As the sun hangs".
February 8, 2026Poem

As the sun hangs

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As the sun hangs

Low in the sky,

Warm for this time of year,

Bringing smiles

To the faces of fellow

Travellers,

And as excited squirrels

Steal peanuts

From a bird table,

Surrounded by

Impudent sparrows

Flitting in and out

It is still raining.

Precious moments

Though hard to come by

Fall out of the blue,

And melt like snow flakes

In the furnace

Of my heart,

Where you still dance.

I can see you now

As I turn,

Floating down the aisle,

The glow of you

As bright as the heavens

And my vision

Once blurred,

Fogged by the salt

Of tears and circumstance,

Is cleared.

The shadow of farewell

Pushed to the edge,

Held in abeyance

By memory

And a promise

Fulfilled,

Sworn with purity

And held so dearly,

Binding our souls

Together,

For all time.