Autumn evening
That curiosity of light
which seeks in newly empty space
bold reds and gold of yesterday’s
wistful, playful and unhurried leaves –
finds today pale memories.
Her colours now are yearnings –
damp efforts washing evening streets,
night-black branches and waiting clouds,
foreboding contemplative dusk.
Glorious and glowing yet,
no matter how she tries,
only holding, holding, holding back –
holding back the coming lonely winter nights.
***********
We get wonderful late afternoon light sometimes at this time of year. On Friday as I drove home it was particularly good, although this was also the week when all the trees seemed to lose their leaves and the autumn displays ended.
Posted on https://dversepoets.com