I really don't mind the longer evenings and the extended hours of darkness before twilight. I have thoroughly enjoyed watching the Morning Star (Venus) travers the sky in the predawn hours allowing for thoughtful meditation and prayer. Here is a little poem I penned a couple of years ago... and of course Robin took the perfect photo.
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When the sun sets in the south, Or nearly there it seems... And the clock is striking four, And you catch the last of the sunbeams.
Reminds us of the passing of time And the brevity certainly... there of. As the sun sets into the dark of winter, Never forget... the wonder of God's love.