Wednesday, April 29, 2015

End of day

And the world turns 
And the world turns 
Oh so slow and steady. 
Firey red and gold flare across the sky
Pink blushing clouds
Ridges of red and orange 
Silloetts of leafless trees in the foreground waiting to burst into spring
Arms up in praise. 
Then all fades. 
Gently 
Slowly 
Slipping into grey and white 
Then dusk 
And quietly all goes dark into night
But... Just as the last streaks of hopeful golden light lose their grip on the horizon
A bright point of light,
Then another 
Pierce the cloudy grey
And take their post in the twilight.
No, hope has not lost.
The stars stand guard throughout the night 
Until the first shy streaks of dawn's waking 
Peer over the eastern hills.