I wrote this poem in August as the lengthening nights were becoming more noticeable. A month later and the sun is setting before 7:30 and as of the other day, there is more time between sunset and sunrise than between sunrise and sunset.
I Smile
(a poem for all the night owls)
August evening, 9:15
looking out the kitchen window
waiting for kettle to boil
cup of tea on the way.
I smile.
Watching the darkness
descending,
falling gently
on my shoulders
like a shawl.
I smile.
Feeling something settle--
calm, peace, ease, joy--
I wrap the night around me and
it feels like an embrace.
I smile.
The click of the kettle
draws me away;
I bring the night with me
while I make my tea and
I stay in its embrace
while I sip and savour.
And I smile.
25 August 2020
8 comments:
Love it, it's very calming!
Thanks, Vicki! That's one thing I love about autumn and winter--the calm I feel. I have an underlying hum of agitation throughout spring and summer. I rely on having lots of quiet, peaceful time in autumn and winter to recover from summer so I can be ready for the next one!
I love this poem...maybe put some of your poems together and self publish a little book. I would love to have one...take care...love your photos and those of your husband also.
Thanks, Brenda--I was considering that very possibility last night as I was doing some mindless knitting! :-)
I like your thoughts and ideas here as you know I would, only I'm total rubbish at poetry comments. I've written many a rhyming verse and even lyrics to songs, but not so much the rest of it. (I've written a few poetry-like eulogies as well surprisingly if the thoughts came together just right...) So I feel inadequate to do your fine work justice. It does immerse one who enjoys the cooler months into the pleasure of it though, well-done there.
Thanks, Joy :-)
Lovely words Shari.
All the best Jan
Thanks, Jan!
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