In summer, sunsets fill this view,
But in December the clouds are colored
By the sunrises behind me;
Quiet reflections of a majesty
Hidden in the trees:
More subtle, but equally lovely,
As if the summer door has closed
But another wintry door has opened.
If only we remember to notice
And choose to accept the change,
The source of light and color is always there,
Awaiting our attention.
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