'tis Light Till Ten
The longest day
hath come and gone
each day will now get shorter
I love these sunny evenings
to lose them truly breaks my heart
for me I cannot bear the dark
‘Tis light till ten
A fox I spy
coming from his den
Baby birds are in their nest
though anxious
to explore
Flap their wings
they try to fly
Too soon for them
I’m sure
As the sun goes slowly down
The sky ’tis brightest red
So beautifully exquisite
in shades
of red of pink of blue
always different
each night new
Before the moon
doth shine her light
a crescent moon tonight
My favourite moon
this moon I love
but soon
it will be dark at 4
Alone in doors
forevermore
Four dark months
I cannot bear
Where is the sun
Please take me there
Maybe for me
if not too late
I’ll shut my eyes
I’ll hibernate…
Written June 2023
A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE no 1225'
Sponsor Brian Strand
Copyright © Ann Gilmour | Year Posted 2023
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