In a Jar
by Dan Fitzgerald

I wish I could capture
the sun in Fall,
that last warmth
          of a long summer,
storing it away in jars
          large and small.
Then when winter comes,
diminishing the days to cold and grey,
I could go into my stores
          of light and heat,
bringing one out every day.
I would set it on a table,
in the center of a room,
letting the glow of leaves
          light the darkness
and the heat of the glass
          warm the air,
denying that winter will last.



 

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