The dark reached long into the day
And earth could not persuade
The heavens to decline the gray
For summer’s warmer shade
The rain weeps in perpetual grief
Its tempo, high then low
Plucking the valiant autumn leaf
Into the river’s flow
The traffic hisses in the street
The wind rattles the doors
Beneath umbrellas, hurried feet
Hasten to work-place shores
The dark reached far across the hour
In desolate requiem
A dirge to every leaf and flow’r
As earth becomes a stream
Janet Martin
It was so dark at 8:00 a.m. when the kids got on the bus,
that I had to strain to see Victoria's rapidly fluttering hand
waving good-bye.
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I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!