Against The Dying Of The Light
As Nature sentences the land to die It screams its last appeal in blazing leaf Exploding ‘gainst the shortened days. So I Invoke all powers to rage before the grief. I cling to you, as life to limb. Let fires Dissolve the ice that’s creeping in your veins; Let sirens shriek - red lights, Code Blue - in choirs Of colors that must drown out Death’s refrains. The shades of winter, like old film, are cast In memories replayed on shadowed screen. They wait to fill the hollows with the past Ensuring nothing’s left but where we’ve been. If spring is clouded in our horoscope Then dark is stayed in technicolor hope By Diana Rowland
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