Into April Night

This Good Earth rolls down the year’s trajectory
into a long period of darkness, like a crone letting go
into the territory of troubled dreams, and then awakens,
a babe reborn into light, that we might, too, live,

if not forever, at least a little longer than we deserve.
And yet we barely pause to give thanks before drifting
into another restless night, heat slipping off our bodies
into the cool of half-moon light and indifferent starglow.


About Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner
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5 Responses to Into April Night

  1. Ah, Ray, this sings wit a truth we are uncomfortable owning, let alone speaking about. Well done, man.

  2. oops–with, not wit.

  3. “…a little longer than we deserve.” just…man….

    Those last two lines are beautifully constructed–love the internal rhyme and the subtle changes in pulsing rhythm.
    Excellent one.

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