I did not know how clouds could crowd The weathered Earth by blowing round, Or drop deep shadows by their light, Too much lightness in sun's too much light. 5 'Til one day their dark put me dark- Crowded me out by high-shadowed marks From old communion with the sun; Daily now my darkness comes. I, who had been a burning cloud, 10 Now in noon-night perform my rounds. Were I to shred their silver dark, New light would blind by being stark.
From the collection "The Timid Leaper"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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