June Lights

The weekend was so full I didn't realize until just now that Sunday had come and gone without a post. Here's a poem-in-the-rough I wrote earlier and hoped to revise. Perhaps I still will, but not tonight.

The summer sun has slipped below the horizon

and fragrant dusk darkens the familiar path among the trees

as it bends away from the road

and so my bike wheels propel me forward on the empty road

steadily and nearly silently, I make my way home

before the smooth grey of pavement joins the shadows of the trees.

And then -- an unexpected glimmer --

and before I have time to think I'm seeing things --

another over above the grass

Now I barely see the road ahead

not because of growing darkness

but because of growing expectation of light,

flecks of gold in the dusky green-blue-grey of this place

rising above the ground and vanishing

as quickly as they came.