Day is Done, Romona Youngquist, 30 X 30, Oil
NIGHT DESCENDS (After CHU HSI)
Snow drifts in the air
like a white fog.
Summer has now come
and gone. I know
life will survive.
New flowers will arrive.
Ice will disappear,
and the river will flow.
But I read the future
in the distant stars.
They cannot light
this harsh night.
Leafless trees are like
dead friends. They speak
of what was, or
what might have been.
_____________
George Freek