Lighter

Later dusks arrive despite the overcast. It's good that January wanes. Tonight I stood, sheltered by the doorway, and watched the soft rain slant as gusty breezes caught the drops, even as the drops caught the filtered luminance the clouds had also released. The light of evening was serene, untroubled by the turbulent air, and the wet pavement cast up rumpled clouds like a vague and darker sky. The freshened air remains chill, but never mind. Damp and woody scents abound, roots drink, and the season flows like a stream drawn down to green spring's spacious fields. The pleasing light lingers, and the shortened night cannot resist its charm.


( Sunday Verse )