The Summer Wanes - kathleen madigan

[Larry Robinson]

the summer wanes

 
the summer wanes
my love of light 
gasps a bit
 
takes a deep breath
braces itself for
months of sparse
meagre bright
 
the summer 
wanes
     I frown
just a bit
 
dip into reserves
fish around in the 
velvet bag of 'ways to get through
     the dark '
 
and then I remember        the stars
the northern lights 
writing & reading
crisp morning walks
snow and frost on birches
 
and how I love everything 
that breathes and most 
of what could     given 
half a chance
 
       - kathleen madigan