Ezy Reading: Fading Light

Evan Kanarakis

Fading midwinter light meets shifting strands of deathly hues
And the last cries of the day melt into a blurring vision

Gloom gently descends in a sad dance of the dusk
Shadows lengthen and I fear the rain might fall again

First gleam of the twilight star does not warm my soul
Though on other days my heart may gladden at the sight

For joy shifts ceaselessly
For darkness can and will return

Sweetness lies in the brisk breeze that sears along the plains
And surely maintains all the senses at full alert

 The strip of green foreground quietly disappears
Fallen asunder in black and dankness of hazing shroud

Blindness assumes control
And I hope I know the way home