Eclipse

An eerie stillness creeps across the land; All nature waits to witness the eclipse. Attend. The fêted hour is near at hand As into shadow-land our home star slips. A lunar veil is drawn across the sun; Now all is still with not the slightest breeze. The songbirds' singing silenced in the trees – A prelude to this rare sight just begun. In awe we watch as yellow sunlight fades; We feel the charged expectant atmosphere. Diurnal dusk the waiting land pervades – This is the solar highlight of the year. It's over now. The wondrous spectacle has passed, And yet for me, the memory will last and last.