A shaft of morning sunlight shone from beneath the mantle of cloud
to touch the tops of the still, turning leaves.
Just for a moment
washing them with the promise of the burnished riches
to be found in the depths of autumn;
then withdrew
leaving me alone again in the misty, grey-green morn.
- Melinda Schwakhofer, 2010
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October 21, 2010 at 9:38 pm
magnolia
Thankfully, there are more days of abundant sun, than those misty-green morns.
October 31, 2010 at 6:03 pm
Melinda
I do love the sunny Indian summer days Magnolia, yet also the bittersweet melancholy as the days shorten and the year declines into winter’s depths.