A night of rest (it seems to us),
…And then awakes the sun,
Whose rising might seem ominous
…To those who’ve not seen one.
The sun first sets the clouds afire,
…And then ignites the day,
As if Time were a candle’s shire
…Where darkness cannot play.
That distant match is both a spark
…And Day’s sustaining host,
A brilliant flame dispelling Dark
…That leaves with no riposte.
And if it ever failed to rise,
…No one would seem to care
For frozen minds don’t realize
…When blackened Time is bare.
The photo is one I took.
© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2016.