A wintry sun descending
Behind a wintry wood,
Signaled day was ending,
As trees in coldness stood...
Through the wood bedimmed,
An orangish disk did shine;
The trees were darkly limbed
And drew their darkened line...
Across the face of the sun,
They darkly crossed it so;
It shone, no longer one,
But sev'ral embers aglow
O'er the horizon, under,
The setting sun entire,
Was broken now asunder,
In coals of a dying fire.
― John Riedell
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