Light In Autumn
What is it about this autumn light
That moves me in time?
Like the summer sun, it enlightens the world
drawing vivid color from everything it touches.
Yet it is something all its own
With its steeper cant
Its angle more acute
Its one step paler.
All these planetary cues
Work on me.
Is it just memory
Or some primal sense of alignment
Some collective unconcious
That comes from a thousand generations under this same star
That sends me to new places
Remembered or imagined?
the grass itself seeming to love the yellow light
and the relief from summer’s oven
it is lush and glossy and cool underfoot
as if all the world is free to breathe now.