A Poet's Double Life

For poets working outside the literary world.

Today’s three-minute poem is a found poem inspired by the Winter Solstice post of one of my favorite bloggers, Sion Dayson at Paris (im)perfect:

Winter Solstice

The shortest day, the one

with the least

light and true darkness.

Now

the light starts growing

again.

Happy Solstice!

Poet and strategy/data guru living in Massachusetts.

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