When the Sun Goes Out
When The Sun Goes Out
By the blue lake snow drifts, vacates
Thoughts follow hours hollow, mild
Traced by a line of reason along a narrow road
Peace covers white mounds proper flow
Slips over them in a deep but common coma
Sleep comes, leaving swirls of powder
Over crisp particles of ice
Placed there with complacent cold
Frozen down to the soul of dawn
Sun moved on long ago
Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2015
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