Dark Days (Poetry)

This morning is so dark
like many days of late is seems the sun
has lost its way perhaps
or turned its face
on other worlds deserving of its warmth
where beauty still exists and men preserve
a wealth of love
and live in peace and grace

The sky is grim
the very air’s perplexed
like breath drawn in by sorrow and despair
and Winter’s trees stand witness to the thrall
as though they draw no comfort from the soil
but wait to see the outcome of it all

No sign of angels —
no glimmer of pure light
to break the gloom that’s settled its grey pall
perhaps their army waits behind the hill
deliberating on a final plan
a bid to save creation
one last try
to shine on us — redeem the souls of men

Noon shows paler and
a pure white feather comes
drifting though there are no birds to fly
silence and the moment stretches long
then a breath that stirs the pinewoods ...

                                                like a sigh