In winter,dawn

is the best time for thinking

and watching the sad strings of lights

blink blue on the snow, the hills

a darker shade of grey than sky…

–Excerpt from “In winter, dawn” in Hanging Like Hope on the Equinox by Donna Pucciani (Virtual Artists Collective, Chicago, 2013). First published in New Poetry Appreciation).

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