The Yard Grows Light

D-DAY Rewritten a sonnet Nov 98

THE YARD GROWS LIGHT……
The yard grows light now. Night will not belay.
The brightening rooftops catch refulgent dawn
And through the looming trees one single ray
Attenuated sprawls across the lawn.
Somehow these last few months have slipped away
While friends and I to Bacchus paid our dues.
And now comes with the sun that fatal day
That predicates my future win or lose.
My frantic task has seen this whole night out.
As coffee cups and ash tray indicate.
While scattered books and papers raise their shout
To chide me for this study left too late.
My lack of in-depth knowledge I may fake.
My greater problem! Can I stay awake?