For thousands of years it had been thus;
Day – then dusk – and the dark.
Light to night.
It seemed absurd,
That the negative would be the last to be heard,
And positive leave without a remark.
As it had done, now it came again,
Beauty – then border – and then black.
Light to night,
Brilliant to dull;
Beautiful landscapes and pastels now null,
By the absence of sunlight, Oh, the lack. – eab, 12/14/79
Written in East Tennessee, while pastoring Christ Church-Bible Methodist
