A shuttering light on the porch
filtered through crackling orange trees.
Their heavy dry leaves
smashing into the black concrete.
I shield my eyes
away from the intensity
of fading moments
lost time
to the day that started so slow.
But still the stones
glow amber
as if smiling warmth
at me
and anyone
quiet enough to stop
and watch.
© 2013
Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 12:33 PM UTC
A shuttering light on the porch
filtered through crackling orange trees.
Their heavy dry leaves
smashing into the black concrete.
I shield my eyes
away from the intensity
of fading moments
lost time
to the day that started so slow.
But still the stones
glow amber
as if smiling warmth
at me
and anyone
quiet enough to stop
and watch.
© 2013
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