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JD took the challenge by writing his own for this year's celebration of poetry.
What the Night Holds
At the beginning of a chartered course,
Stands a guard upon darkened shores.
Standing watch before washing or watching,
Is a stoic presence who presents the upcoming evening.
Who could know how light enters the room,
But through cracks in time, the hands of the loon.
They write words without name or sound,
Holding gifts beyond both smile or frown.
Who’s to say what the future presents,
When darkness is what vision prevents?
Look inside, beyond the gloves,
And you will find a gift from love.
The missing word that encompasses all,
Is the source of both gift and call.
The purpose that brings us to this land,
Is to bring timeless light through cracked hands.
~JD Stahl (04/02/2026)
Sunny, with a high of 76 and low of 37 degrees. Clear in the morning, sunny for the afternoon, clear during the evening,