On a Winternoon

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In a most, colorful shade of brightness
on a winternoon;
with the shadows hardly bothering, at all;

the air's got a bite
as day ready's for night,

causing mercury levels to fall.

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There's this chilliness inside the brightness
on a winternoon;
continuing to persist, to convince;

on a journey, Sol goes
causing shadows to grow,

one can watch Sol retreat, if one squints.

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The colors are fading from the brightness
on a winternoon;
the day trades all of it's clouds, for night's stars;

be you with family, or friend
the day's activities end,

animating our windowed restaurants, and bars.

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So we slide through the crisp in the brightness
on a winternoon;
and vividly night's canopy gets raised;

time moseys on
soon yielding our next dawn,

and quietly, we'll all start over, unfazed.

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