Poetry Pleases: Day Is Passing
The approach of night awakens thoughts of mortality in John Ayling.
Day is passing,
Low the sun,
Long the shadows
Darkly run:
Crimson glory
Gold appears,
Slowly fading
As night nears.
The rising moon,
Shining stars;
Dark velvet sky -
Grey cloud bars:
Windows gleaming,
Children sleep;
Life is passing
Peace lies deep
