Eclipse
Darkness comes upon us in play,
some brief interlude midday,
where the sky turns blackened from the gray.
And in the yard's quick environmental fall,
hide away all creatures great and small
slipping into shaded crevices at the pall.
The sky so brilliant blue an hour ago
discolors hues to paint the sky in blacker indigo
while a hush falls to still and quiet life's quickened flow,
and on the trunk of the great and mighty oak
cries a squirrel calling to unseen hiding folk.
We wait, patient in the stillness of the pale
assured by technology the world does not fail;
it is but a momentary lull
when the moon passes bold and full
before the sun's earlier radiant glow
and an eclipse is is clearly understood.
The beauty though begins to mesmerize
drawing us in to all that in nature lies;
a universe beyond our human dreams
carries on without man to intervene
and God alone has complete control unseen.
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