the sun had fallen
from the window,
in shards of glass,
and I felt the heaviness
of the long hot day slip
from my shoulders
like a flannel dressing gown
and the evening brightened,
now, not by blasts of sun pounding down -
but sprinkled in airy flits of light amongst
the lengthening shadows
peaceful-like
in tinkles of soft music
that played, unobtrusively,
and reminded me
of my old backyard,
for some reason,
on a summer’s night,
after the children were put to bed,
and I would sit with him
on the deck stairs,
in notes of contentment.
Photos: top: Stain Glass Window of Sun on the Pacific Ocean, Marine Building, Vancouver - W. Bourke
bottom: In Notes –
W. Bourke
©
2013 Wendy Bourke
Again, beautiful notes. And I like the shifts that seem to be characteristic of your poems.
ReplyDeleteMy fav part:
I felt the heaviness
of the long hot day slip
from my shoulders
like a flannel dressing gown
I'm a stained-glass fan. Is that yours?
It has been a very hot summer in BC and I have often thought about time spent sitting on the deck of my home back in Ontario at day's end . . . which is hard to do in an apartment. I also like stained glass. My daughter has a turn-of-the-century house and she has two very large stain glass pieces that transport me for a minute or so - back to another (simpler I think) time.
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