“The Days of Dark”
by
Ayesha R. Gill, Blue Angel Ayes
Nothing makes the world so cold,
the world so cold and bleak
nothing makes the world so cold as the sun’s retreat
the days grow dark in night’s new shawl
green leaves turn shades and fall
short summers gone and nights are long
before the winter fall
the flowers die and I do sigh
for death is all I see
as days grow dark in night’s new shawl
forever this repeats.
Nothing makes the world so cold, the world so cold and bleak
nothing makes the world so cold as the sun’s retreat
the days grow dark in night’s new shawl
the moonlight makes us small
the air is crisp the heat grows weak
the winter wakes from sleep
collecting nuts to stay alive
the chipmunk takes his keep
the winter wants to prey again
upon the weakest link.
Nothing makes the world so cold, the world so cold and bleak
nothing makes the world so cold as the sun’s retreat
the days grow dark in night’s new shawl
the clocks turn back and weep
the sunlight has retreated now
for months we all shall sleep
until the day she shines again
warmth we all shall seek
but in these bitter winter months
love is all we’ll keep.
