Four o’clock
Sky turns dark
Short days
Long nights
I crave light
Gods face, might
Glory pours on water
Ripples wider
Lights palms
Ignites fronds
Piercing bright
Casting out fright
Live in Light
As He who
Walked in Light
Regardless of
The season
The attack on reason
Walk, walk, walk
Till the sun catches course
Till the moon beams rejoice
Till the Father says stop
Dwell in my house
I have prepared a room
rest, watch the blooms
by Sarah Suzanne Noble