The Strange Familiar Dark

by Emma MacDonald

‘When I get up to light the fire, And dress with all the speed I may By candle-light, I dread the hours That go to make a single day. But then I leave my room, and see How brightly, clearly darkness shines, When stars ten thousand miles away Are caught in our verandah vines. And I am almost glad that fires Have to be lit, before the day Comes up between the trees and drives The strange familiar dark away.’ - Lesbia Harford

Hardcover

Published April 9, 2019