I share the same light today,
Dangle on the walls,
On the wood,
Behind me and beside,
I want to catch one as they slowly dwindle.
So strong this morning,
Defined and reassuring it was.
Gentle reflections of an afternoon’s end
Escaping my grasp.
Little branches sway in the garden,
Their rhythm echoes without effort.
Look! How joyous we are.
But hey! We won’t be round,
For much longer,
I want to
Reach out, grab them, hold them up,
As they gently start to fade, so gently,
And I so helpless
Dangle and linger…a little longer
Like precious jewels dancing to the melody of dainty
Stalling now and then to think,
And dilly dally wonder.
The sun is pale and weak,
Through naked branches,
All bear and born.
Little flies jump and fret on a dusty painted window,
White and quickly fading
The siesta nears its end,
Day slips away.
Birds sing a tune of spring,
Safe in saving innocence.
From The Collected Poems on Light, Some Reflections. Mitch Lang©2013
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