we’re a couple hours past our solstice sunset
and tucked into the delicate balance of
light and dark that make our old house hum
my heart sings along with all it remembers
one of our porch lights appears to have given
up and left the lighting to the other one
while we carry on behind their lopsided wink
among alternating rooms of bright and dim
so this is life slipping between sunshine and
shadows turning off lights to welcome the dawn
dancing with shadows we know all too well
and reaching to find each other in the dark
once again night settles in like an old friend
as the candle of another day flickers out
the house is still humming as is my heart
I need you in the dimming of the day
Peace,
Milton
Oh, yes, PLEASE. A little Milton poetry and a little Bonnie Raitt in the very same post. Thank you.