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winter gilding

the low winter sun

the low winter sun
slides along the edge of the hill
brushing the tops of trees
pressing a little gold
to the edge of every leaf
gilding the darkening day

each tree becoming
an illuminated letter
spelling a prayer to the night

not the perfect pic – but will do for now šŸ˜‰

Ā© Claire Griffin 2016

4 thoughts on “winter gilding”

  1. The picture looks really nice, and I especially like how the hills turned out. You capture very beautiful moments with your camera.
    I also love how your poem is so descriptive and how it tells a story in a captivating manner.

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