December dusk such as tonight
deserves a little tribute
Where blue and gold
like sea and sand,
wash through a mold
Of day in hand
and folds the land
and sky into
A world that slip,
Slip-
Slips from view
Where stubble gleams
like golden studs... 
that stipple reams
of frozen mud
while dusky pink
to black ink drains
until only
a moon remains
© Janet Martin
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