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
Oh, mine, too!
Late in the afternoon is when the real words come, Didi. That inner fire knows exactly when to wake up. ❤️
The magic light, inspires photos, and walks with the dogs!
Fabulous!
Late summer, autumn light is the best for solumn feelings, exhaulted ones, the remembrance of hushed tones when something sacred reveals itself.
ah, the glorious demands of art.
Write it write it
now write it now
Amen!