Slant of Light
Late in the afternoon
a favorite slant of light
It tickles the firethorn
invites sunflowers to turn
shifts jasmine’s white to cream
dusts everything with gold
Why do poems demand the dawn?
My body wants to sleep
yet fingers claim the keys
Silence wakes my genie
she swigged that slant of light
kindling an inner fire
that pleads for air
Write it write it
now write it now
my favourite light of the day! xoxo
Late in the afternoon is when the real words come, Didi. That inner fire knows exactly when to wake up. ❤️