Friday, May 10, 2013

The Darkness...



 

The darkness covers up the hills
And fields of spring’s first, fairest green
It mutes the outline of frothed rills
And snuffs the blue from rambling stream

The darkness croons a lullaby
To those who pause to hear its tune
It trickles from the sable sky
And ripples from the crescent moon

The darkness splays its solitude
In layered shades of ebony
The rush of middle-day subdued
By minstrels that we cannot see

The darkness tucks this day to naught
A glint in history’s diadem
All that remains are lessons taught
And what we choose to do with them

© Janet Martin

Slowly it obliterated the familiar beneath its soundless descent...

2 comments:

  1. SEEING DARKNESS IN LIGHT INDEED........IT TOO HAS BEAUTIFUL MOMENTS.......LOVELY!!!

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  2. I love that time of day when the dark steals over the familiar and we rest, not straining the eye but keeping the faith. Sorry for some late responses. I seem to work in very brief computer shifts lately:)We have one computer to share with six, and we only have one person in the house that responds to 'Mom?' which is the case as we speak/write:) Thank-you so much for your sweet words of appreciation!

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I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!