Daylight in winter rushes away with the urgency of a doctor on call,
Leaves you mid-sentence, without so much as a backward glance.
This daily abandonment takes some getting used to. You frown at the
first star in the sky. Feeling jilted. You do not see the velvet shadows
swirling around you. You do not feel the darkness slip its hand into yours.
But late December on a moonless night, you look down. And see your feet dancing.
December 22, 2014
December 22nd, 2014 at 11:38 am
Yes — checking out my feet after reading this — they ARE dancing! 🙂
December 23rd, 2014 at 7:26 am
Sigh. Now That’s poetry..