Long rays of sunlight still stretch across the field, a chorus of tree frogs lingering with the dusk. Life is flush with growth, the blushing bride of the Solstice scantily clad and ripe. If this were all of life, we would age with zest, a slow, golden rise to the sky. Yet winter hovers, the opposing force of a dusk that lingers long into morning. If I could catch you up in this time of light, we might stay young and glistening forever.
Inspiration Nature Poetry
