Red At Night
Great black clouds
Clot the blood-red sky,
Pink stained shadows
Where daylights go to die.
Candlelit processions
In valley ways awake,
Trickle waxen grief
Onto valley lake,
Threading bright the promise
Though choir has ceased refrain,
Holding back the night
That dawn should come again.
Copyright © Elizabeth Mccann | Year Posted 2022
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