The sun has lowered; the darkness has come arising.
Trees are shedding their bright autumn leaves;
chilled, brittle branches shiver in their nakedness in the winter wind.
Someday the sun will rise again; light and lifesaving warmth will return,
buds and shoots will cover the chilled, bare earth instead of the blanketing snow,
and our hearts will beat with the warming renewal of spring.
Until then, we will huddle under blankets of cloth dreaming;
yearning by flickering, artificial light for the coming dawn of a brighter day.
Ronda R. Scott-Marak
© 11 November 2018
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