Poetry

Albedo

It’s cold in Upper Michigan

The eastern sun cannot be seen

Clouds have fled to worlds unknown

Life is swallowed up in freeze

And here on terra firma, glazed

With moisture, frozen life

Shimmers beauty, raw, untamed

With every passing glint of light

But Jupiter is steady light, reflecting

Through the Milky Way

Proof the sun, though lost, is still

The evidence of coming day

© 2018 Sarah Elizabeth Moore

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