Twilite 'til Death



 

When daylight fades beyond
the westward heaven's earthly rim,
and darkness covers man's endeavors,
all must time in slumber spend.

Creatures hurrying, scurrying homeward,
seeking burrow, nest, and den,
are finding shelter ‘til tomorrow
sunrise lights the sky again.

Darkening shadow's reeling eastward,
covering hills and vales and dales,
absorb the last of twilight's colors -
dismal, dull, as grey prevails.

Stellar knives pierce earth's dark shroud;
the curvature illumined by moonlight -
Those who slumber not, both stalk
and become the prey of midnight !


Regeneration

As leaves turn brown in autumn,
hastening forth to winter's death -
So my soul begins to darken,
questioning . . . will there be a springtime ?

Will I awake and resurrect
as lilies burst from last year's graves ?
Can my mustard seed of faith
become in springtime . . . 
. . . an Eternal Tree ?


Poems by Ron Baron




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