I live among the trees,
grand oaks and maples and sycamores and poplars
that gift us with their shade and rustle,
a rich sound-stage for songbirds and owls
and bands of other feathered musicians
who fill our days and nights with their achingly beautiful sounds.
I love our trees and they mostly love us back,
dropping the kindling for our fires
and painting our seasons with their poetry.
But other than a wee sunny spot in front for growing things,
the sunset sky doesn’t find us here in our little home in the grove
and for many years I’ve bustled busy during that golden hour,
finishing my day work and beginning my evening chores
so I can steal away some time beneath the stars.
My heart is calling me out this month,
beyond the trees, where the sun sets brilliant
over fields and farms and parks and gardens
that I know and love by day.
I’m making a gift to myself for September,
an hour each evening to chase the light,
free to watch and listen
and awe and click my camera unhurried,
to nuzzle my face into the last lingering glow
of the day.
Come pour yourself another cup
and let’s sit together quiet, wrapped in golden rays,
filling up on light.
I’ll meet you there:)
Hope is no less realistic than despair.
It is still our choice whether to live in light
or lie down in darkness.”