Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Of Dark Days

Let God on high be praised above,
No threat of sunshine here below.
Dawning, mistrise, the grey of love,
O'ercast delights, mine eyes allow.
Chill discomfort demands attire
Which once obeyed is certain bliss,
And tramping out o’er moor and mire
Along with friend and pipe and this
Damp dawn is heaven here on earth.
The many gods sing high of Him
As cold, grey fear enthrones the North,
A sober joy that sunlight dims.

by Evan Wilson

1 comment:

Tiffany said...

Ah Evan....it makes me think of home and fall and the goodness which is the North. Enjoyed this very much. Thinking of putting it on my wall. I miss Moscow the most this time of year