Blackness of the Sun
Donald P. Goodman III
Version 1.0,
When buds emerge from twigs and open into leaves
and tulip poplars spread their showy petals out
for bees to frolic in, and roses loudly shout
their colors, and the forest ever gently weaves
new greenery with old and shelters under eaves
the life which grows and flourishes all round about
and winter's desolation puts to desparate rout—
'tis then that man the summer's advent last perceives.
So when the sun and moon go dark and black as night
and stars are falling from the mighty firmament
which shakes and grieves from earth to heaven's highest height
and all mankind doth groan, in fear now penitent—
'tis then we know the end is here; the newest day,
in which the darkness of the sun will light the way.