Saturday, November 18, 2006

The Dark

As the dark tea of November
pours from a tarnished silver pot
life is slowly sipped
bitter dinner of winter dreaded
brief sweet of holidays anticipated
and daylight, oh God
the last shred of daylight
must be chewed from the bare bone
and savored.
- Ralph Murre

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

What an incredibly moody poem. So descriptive of these early,gray fall days! Thank you Ralph.