On His Painting Of The Eclipse Of The Sun For Janko Brasic Poem by Peter Russell

The moon has crossed the path of the sun
And all is darkness in the day.
A lone red fox crosses the road
But all the owls are hid away.

Mountains of solid jet
Stretch up on either side;
The road is dull as lead -
It seems the world has died.

The fox stands still upon the road,
His brush hangs down like a loaded bough
When the plums are ripe and the fields are mowed -
Black shadows sweep the mountain's brow.

Will the light come - now?