End of Night

End Of Night, In Your Honor
by Todd Jackson

This time, above others, is Apollo’s:

Ancient Night has stretched long, like the North winter stretches long.
There is a blur of purple at the black horizon.
In moments it is spread to a violet efflorescence in the Sky, but
It has not yet rested upon the tree-tops.
The dew still buds, unmelted.
The road is swallowed in the dark.

The crows are awake, and shouting.

End Of Night, In Your Honor by Todd Jackson

End Of Night, In Your Honor
by Todd Jackson