For my faithful readership, this is nothing new. However, for those who may have only just discovered the Realm of the Red Rose, I will note that from time to time, I enjoy publishing poetry in these pages. Even anonymous pieces like the one I found earlier this week. I find the imagery of light - light that had faded and is now new again, particularly beautiful and poignant.
Across red wounded earth, the night a harsh dancer around me.
Only the horizon remains, a faded line like the ring of a distant
moon, but a rising glow.
So long, so long in shades of gray....but watching the sky unfold again.
Daring, still trusting...
Trusting an awakened light.