The eastward
peaks are white with snow.
The setting
sun will redden them
With a coral
blush before the dark
Night cloaks
them in a sable robe.
Stars
glitter overhead, small points
Of light
defying the looming dark
Until the
dawn returns to spread
A patina of
gold across
The eastern
sky to greet the day.
Hermit -- Larisa Aukon
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