The Day grew small, surrounded tight
By early, stooping Night —
The Afternoon in Evening deep
Its Yellow shortness dropt —
The Winds went out their martial ways
The Leaves obtained excuse —
November hung his Granite Hat
Upon a nail of Plush —
-Emily Dickinson
Gladsome Lights 
I have not read this poem before, though I read a lot of Emily Dickinson. Very true. But just now I do not mind the shorter day because of Thanksgiving and then Advent and Christmas in the near future. I mind the shorter days more when they actually have begun to lengthen.
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I feel the same way, Kristi…It’s after Christmas, in January and February, that the cold and dark seem to set in too deeply, and Spring seems a long way off. Maybe the effects of light deprivation are cumulative, too? I just know that it’s hard not to be a bit glum then.
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Hello GJ! Wish you a good Thanksgiving week. I shall be praying for you.
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Billy Graham said, “A spirit of thanksgiving is always the mark of a joyous Christian.” I’m afraid I have to work very hard at appreciating these shorter, colder days.
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