The Golden Light of September
Shares a glow, not a glare
The golden light of September
pleases me more than any other light.
I want to slide a bit of it on my butter knife
spread it thinly on a slice of warm bread,
lick my fingers afterwards in delight.
The light of September shares a glow, not a glare.
It warms my skin but does not burn.
There is no harshness there, only an invitation
neither bold nor shy, to glide an inch or two
above the ground, and when the spirit moves,
to soar on newly-sprouted wings
never tired, never sad.
And if for a moment my ardor should stall
I need only bathe in September’s tender light
to become once again beguiled and enthralled.
I love the idea that Thank You Notes encourages us to go deeper into the bottomless pool where blessings and gratitude reside. Thank you, for giving us this opportunity to share, Trista!
