What beauty there is in this light
Sun now warm on the back, face, bared limbs
Yet longer shadows stretch out, reach into the sultry corners
Strong, solid darkness with steel-sharp edges
From squinting low brightness to peering black
Shapes seen, perspective unclear until too close
Branch tip, bramble sharp, thorn lance
I must guard my eyes in light and shade
Move gingerly amongst fallen fruit
On the floor amongst the glinting sapphire of bluebottles
Wasps move less fast, drunk on the juicy rotten flesh
These colours gold and black of autumn’s softening days
Will return reversed in winter’s phase
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CLP 23/08/2019
Journey of Words 