Winter Twilight

psalm 188, Winter Twilight, oil painting by Roger Vincent Jasaitis, copyright 2015,
psalm 188, Winter Twilight

A Winter Twilight

A silence slipping around like death,
Yet chased by a whisper, a sigh,
a breath; One group of trees, lean,
naked and cold,
Inking their cress ‘gainst a
sky green-gold;

One path that knows where the
corn flowers were;
Lonely, apart, unyielding, one fir;
And over it softly leaning down,
One star that I loved ere the
fields went brown

Angelina Weld Grimké  1880 – 1958, Boston

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