Day hangs on
like a desperate lover
clutching the slightest threads
of light, hoping to postpone
the impending darkness.
I watch until all hope
is crushed, and everything
that was the bright world
fades slowly like a blindness.
There is no solace in tomorrow,
for each beloved is precious,
shrouded with sorrow,
laid gently in the vault of time.
Sharon Scholl is a retired college teacher who convenes a poetry critique group and maintains a website (freeprintmusic.com) that donates her original compositions to small, liberal churches. Her poetry chapbooks, Seasons, Re3mains. Evensong, are available via Amazon Books. Her poems are current in Changes Seven and The Taborian.
