When the Light is Gone
I lie in a hammock
watching it leave.
The towering trees
across the road still hold
the last of it,
glimmering gold on their outer leaves.
Now the light is gone.
But look!
It is still
divinely beautiful!
The trees, now shadowed deep,
hold delicious darkness.
©Susa Silvermarie 2023
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