Learn the darkness.
Gather round you all
the things that you love . . .
Wendell Berry, "Song In A Year Of Catastrophe"
In the dusk of the evening and the season,
The wind and the light in their diminishing,
The pines still now and settled into the shape
They hold against each darkening until its
Distance diminishes too and takes them in,
The brown needles at their tips not falling
Now, holding on to the last of the light until
It falls and they are gathered too into the one
Pose and poise the pines become at night.
It is in the hours before when I dream and
Despair of the lives of my children and grand-
Children after mine, the legacy of less and loss
They are inheriting, a world of deeper darkness
They will need to find a way to light and love,
As now and here I wish for them their own
Place of peace, and I leave to them this night
Of bright stars, the moon nearly full, the pines
Stirring and filling with light and lightness again.
Poetry by countryfog
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Written on 2015-10-25 at 19:11
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