Short hours of daylight
already coming
to a close under
pink-hued skies
The barren branches
stand out against
the pale dome of
the coming night
What warmth is left
goes with the sun
a crisp layer of white
a sheen of ice on water
Fading into the
darkness from th eeast
replaced by twinkling
light of distant stars
Quietly the ship glides
across the waters
heaving slowly
off a far-off swell
Its lights drift
into the safety of port
as we close out the night
until the coming of dawn
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