– afternoon eclipse –

The light into this window

appears dimmer than ever.

The world inside my window

may claim responsibility, of course.

The light into this window

doesn’t sound like springtime.

The world within these four walls

aid and abet  this strange course.

 

The sun rays don’t play like they used to…

and this writer doesn’t play the same games too.

The shade may grow darker as the sun sets,

but the chance for survival is still ripe.

The leaves don’t sprout like they used to…

and this penman grows with oxygen anew.

The outside light may intend to cause fret,

but it is far from a permanent night. 

 

 

D.J. Whisenant

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