Today's word is "subfuscous" ... sub-FUHS-kuhs ... slightly dark, dusky, or somber.
Smolder
By the watchfires of the subfuscous night,
they sit and guard the flocks within their care,
exchanging stories to amuse themselves,
they do not notice the first whispered sigh of wings.
Light creeps, then explodes through stars,
and music of an unearthly kind begins.
Songs of a child so close by that
they can almost hear him breathe.
He's come with shouts of glory,
and unending hallelujahs ... the sky filled
with so much more than awe.
And then, suddenly, the angelic visitors are gone ...
one star remaining to light the way.
Gathering lambs, the herders stagger off,
star struck, to find the Savior of the World.
Anne Selleck
Copyright 2014
Smolder
By the watchfires of the subfuscous night,
they sit and guard the flocks within their care,
exchanging stories to amuse themselves,
they do not notice the first whispered sigh of wings.
Light creeps, then explodes through stars,
and music of an unearthly kind begins.
Songs of a child so close by that
they can almost hear him breathe.
He's come with shouts of glory,
and unending hallelujahs ... the sky filled
with so much more than awe.
And then, suddenly, the angelic visitors are gone ...
one star remaining to light the way.
Gathering lambs, the herders stagger off,
star struck, to find the Savior of the World.
Anne Selleck
Copyright 2014
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