I have been working in my yard.
Vines and broken branches rule here.
I want to reclaim the woods.
The rain started falling.

In the rain, the sun was hidden.
The fading moon has been lost in the clouds.
I am trapped in a long night.
I hope the sun will glow again soon.

I watch each day go by.
Between the days are shadowed nights.
Every moment is special.
Even in darkness there is light.

W. Wayne B.

© 2012 W. Wayne B.

About William Wayne Smith

I'm a poet, library fan and maker.
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