Yellow clouds
so high
so bright,

as old year cedes
to lengthening shrouds,
and day segues
to broad cloak
of starry skies
of slow-expanding night. . .

For now
the reign of sun
speeds its way down–

but, at our darkest,
longest hour,
which is soon due,
it turns around. . .

and then the shine
of yellow sun
will once more climb,
on its return
to our hemispheric home,
where we again
will feel it more,
in realms of water, air and ground. . .

and our health and happiness
will, with greater grace and ease,
be able to abound.

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