When the shadows
grow
deep and
long,
I scramble for the light.
For the pocket of sunshine
hitting the deck
at 1 o’clock,
the sun-soaked front step, or
curled up cat-like on the
window seat.
For a brief moment,
the blazing maple
casts its own
glow.
Hungrily, I soak it in.
The cicadas sleep
or whatever it is they do
when the leaves yellow.
The crickets are quiet,
the songbirds subdued.
Silence deepens.
The shadows lengthen.
I scramble for the light.
© 2015 J.L Sanborn.
A very lovely poem … you’ve painted a beautiful autumn landscape! Thanks for sharing. đ Regards, Iris
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Thank you so much, Iris. đ
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You are welcome. đ
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I really enjoyed reading this, Jess. Every year October brings up such a mixture of feelings in me. I love reading how others experience this season of transition. Thanks for sharing!
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Thank you, Johanna. I’m so glad you enjoyed this. I start getting anxious to soak in all of the light I can when August hits. I think I need to start learning how to embrace the growing dark too.
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