Sunbather
Last little corner of the porch
on a lifeboat following the sun
Westward light is sinking low
Soon I’ll be drowning in shadow
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Last little corner of the porch
on a lifeboat following the sun
Westward light is sinking low
Soon I’ll be drowning in shadow
Comments
I felt that way so often in 1981
Posted by: sandy | September 24, 2008 9:34 AM
The trees look so vibrant full of green!! Great imagery!
I find it odd that in the summer the trees are fully dressed and in the winter they are bare naked.
Posted by: Sherry | September 24, 2008 9:43 AM
This poem sings true for me as well. I have a favourite reading bench that now is in shadows far too soon. The days are getting shorter, the shadows longer.
Posted by: Coll | September 24, 2008 9:58 AM
shadows chill the marrow until snow takes over. sunny vacation places are calling..
Posted by: Pearl | September 24, 2008 10:42 AM
I noticed yesterday that one of the trees in the parking lot is totally changed color.
And, the shadows over the benches in the park downtown are long...and the sunshine hides earlier each day.
Posted by: Sara | September 24, 2008 12:13 PM
i love this, colleen!
Posted by: sky | September 24, 2008 1:30 PM
That's the light at the end of my driveway!
Posted by: colleen | September 24, 2008 1:41 PM
You are very lucky - this is a beautiful view!
Michele sent me
Posted by: leslie | September 24, 2008 3:01 PM
Beautiful picture and poetry. Thank you for stopping by!
Posted by: Phoenix | September 24, 2008 3:08 PM
Yes, drowning is the perfect word. The angle of light seems to have slanted a huge amount just in the last 2 weeks. We're clinging to every moment of sun before it lowers itself into its tiny wintery arc!
Posted by: ruth | September 24, 2008 5:50 PM
Wonderful poem and picture, Colleen, though reading it makes me melancholy.
Posted by: Beth | September 25, 2008 7:18 AM