Poetry by Sharon Scholl
I wake to find a ray of light
was stolen from the bank of night,
filched in some dark, furtive way
and added to the bank of day.
In due time, day will repent
and by December will have sent
every ray of pilfered light
back into the bank of night.
Sharon Scholl is a retired college teacher who convenes a poetry critique group and maintains a website of original music compositions free for small, liberal churches. Her poetry collections Seasons, Remains, Evensong, and Classifieds are available via Amazon Books. Poems are current in Rattle and RedRoseThorns.
