Tuesday, April 28, 2015

Old Summer, Old Age - Poem (in progress)


Old Summer, Old Age

Too many shadows
This late in the morning
And the shadows stay too far into the day
But the light comes in at angles that illuminate
In a less garish way
And bounces back
So the world looks new
Every morning

There are too many shadows
But the world looks new
Like light filtered through
Golden aspen leaves…

--Eric Marley
September 2013

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