Rising out of the long, dark night
This day is born in pewter gray.
And the light grows like an autumn crocus
Then like a fire
Uncurling streamers of rose
And ribbons of gold
And coughing up birds across the sky.
Holding, clinging, fearing living
And emerging from the endless night
And sometimes Day
And sometimes Life
takes a lot longer than you thought it would.
And I’ve forgotten myself.
It’s been a very long summer.