IN THE DIM GRAY LIGHT OF THE DAY

Another day

of dim gray light,

few hours
spent traversing the waste

between the going

and coming

of the darkness

of the winter night,

between the gray-white

overcast sky

and the white-brown earth.

Worse these hours

than the utter black

of the long starless night,

these cursed hours

gray, white and brown

full of bitter memories

of loss and knowledge

of where the fault lies;

the long night

in its abyssal depths

better hides the truths

the pale, brief day

dredges to its feeble light.

07.12.2019