Darkness shrinks

The darkest fortnight of the year has passed

The sky was violent red, that was the dawn

I knew such vivid colours could not last.

I gaze up at the sky so broad, so vast

I see a hungry fox across the lawn.

The darkest fortnight of the year has passed

Where is this world going, will it crash?

We need a saviour no one’s yet been born

I knew such vivid colours could not last.

Now by thoughts of power, I am harassed.

What is this grief for those I cannot mourn?

The darkest fortnight of the year has passed

By the sunrise and the skies we’re blessed

Christ will rise as Easter, a sheep shorn

Despite such vivid colours might not last.

The day begins and ends with sun sunk down.

I sink into myself, a study brown.

The darkest fortnight of the year has passed

I guessed dawn’s vivid colours might not last