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.
