A russet-etched crone <br />Crouches in silhouette, <br />Clinging to memories <br />Of cradle-gold hair. <br /> <br />Cocks a pale, rheumy <br />Eye beyond her fire, <br />To ward off the dark claws <br />And night-crawling <br />Hunters. <br /> <br />A scant minute longer, <br />A life-moment more, <br />Until, head nodding, <br />She submits <br />And sleeps. <br /> <br /> <br />(Published in Poetry Nottingham, England./Winner of Poetry Nottingham contest.)<br /><br />elysabeth faslund<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sunset-42/
