Sonnet 16

3/12/11

There comes a point round sunset when the clouds

So grey and wet, are cheated out of dark-

Ness by the yellow light. Despite the shroud

Which hangs above the roof, there is a stark,

Startling moment when the trees go up in

Flame. Bright against the murky shadow I

Can see from where I sit, the world’s a din

With color, all despite the rainy sky.

Perhaps that is the way with us as well

Who dwell below. We sparkle for a mo-

Ment, streaking effervescent light. We tell

A short, a shining story, then must go

Into the night. Somehow, I’ll try to light

The sky, before I’ve finished up the fight.