Lawrence Hall, HSG
The Sunday Evening News in a Time of Elections
“Good things of day begin to droop and drowse”
-Macbeth III.ii.58
Suddenly the yellowing afternoon is still
For Indian Summer breezes have slipped away
While clouds of silent midges swirl against the sun
For reasons of nature known only to themselves
The treeline is blue as evening comes on
But the hayfields glow golden for a little while
Until Old Sol falls asleep at last
And the firstling stars come out to play
A rabbit shyly nibbles at the dewing grass –
The day is over; we have to let it pass
