Against The Dying Of The Light

Against The Dying Of The Light

As Nature sentences the land to die
It screams its last appeal in blazing leaf
Exploding ‘gainst the shortened days. So I
Invoke all powers to rage before the grief.
I cling to you, as life to limb. Let fires
Dissolve the ice that’s creeping in your veins;
Let sirens shriek – red lights, Code Blue – in choirs
Of colors that must drown out Death’s refrains.
The shades of winter, like old film, are cast
In memories replayed on shadowed screen.
They wait to fill the hollows with the past
Ensuring nothing’s left but where we’ve been.
If spring is clouded in our horoscope
Then dark is stayed in technicolor hope

By Diana Rowland