Suddenly our day has dimmed.
Death and aged faces dance
Around our eyes, in tatters trimmed.
Round and round.
We have but glanced—
—cut short—at what we saw of youth.
Have seen, have felt, have left behind
And never had the chance to use
(We never have had quite the time).
Good night is all that's left to us.
Dawn is done,
Left to the mists, the dreams, the dust.
We are no longer twenty one.
Juleigh Howard Hobson is a formalist poet, essayist and short fiction writer. Former finalist for The Morton Marr Prize, she has had poems nominated for both the Pushcart and the Best of the Net Award. Her poetry has appeared in Poemeleon, qarrtsiluni, Able Muse, Mobius, The Lyric, The Raintown Review, Candelabrum, Soundzine, The Barefoot Muse, Poem Revised (Marion Street Press), Return of The Raven (HorrorBound) and scores of other venues. Born in England, raised partly in Australia as well as on both sides of the US, she now lives in the Pacific Northwest.