We head outside
called by the changing light
to seek a gauzy crescent funneling
through a pin-pierced hole
This is not the golden glow of dawn
nor the rosy tinge of sunset
not even the green fug betiding storm
Rather it is a silvery light
that throws grudging shadows
but gives no warmth
The silence is total
street lights flickering to life
A lone birdcall cuts through
swallows darting in a twilit sky
Quickening darkness
overtakes long minutes of wondering
Shadows finger out of western clouds
as eastern cumuli glow a defiant white
Cricketsong rises up
to greet a single star shining in the gloam
Something beyond twilight falls
undeniably
stirring deep-plumbed tears
Until seconds become fleet
and breath releases in a sigh
with the return of the light
as if 'twere a dream
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| Photo credit: Melissa Walker |
