Afternoon Poem, November 3, 2012

                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?

 

Shorter afternoons

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.

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