Filled with sunshine and citrus
As the swirling rush of Christmas melts away
Like the fantastical snow-filled scenes
Of greeting cards and songs
Which whistled at every store and stop
Leaving only grey austerity
A slog into sustenance and labor
From the early morning breaking bleak
Into a day that makes a short circuit of the sky
Edging so slowly from shortest longer
A surreptitious day that begins in chill
But opens into sweeping vistas of stubbled mountain
ranges
Expansive views of skies swept clean and clear
Brightening, Warming
Under the hours of circling around the curve
To bloom in mid-day into
Sun-kissed,
citrus-scented joy.
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