The book in my hands

Slowly vanishing

Spring Sunset

Early spring or late fall
The light seems to vanish more slowly than the heat

The sun is still high enough to warm my back
I find a chair, prop my feet, open my book
I have over an hour to read before I must be mommy again

I am excited to read their poetry
But it is required, so there is a tinge of resistance
Still the sun inspires me to settle and turn the pages

Lions and leaves, haiku and whoring
Highlighter and pen and folding
A satisfying trail of my comfortable devouring

Suddenly I am aware I am in shadow
The sun has dropped below the tree line
My pleasure sinks along with it, my neck is cold

I close the book and go inside
Artificial heat is hardly a consolation
I had less time than I expected


~ by April on December 28, 2012.

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