And the light was there…

(From Shuttlecock)

A closer dark encircles me
I find it harder to shake it off
the achromatic pewter dusk-dawn-sky
deepens to a coal blackness

regrets-strewn night descends icily
I singe my fingers as I reach out to the moon
all I wanted was a sip of cold winter
to damp down despair with numbing coldness

as the night begins to wear down
touched by the gentle golden fingers of the sun
the hedgerows birds suddenly begin to sing
I sit shivering and stuporous, with my sullen loneliness

Light alights on my sagging shoulders
lightening the burden of fears I carry
making light of the quilt of pain around me
and I shed my weariness.

Written for dVerse poetics. Today’s host, Sarah, has asked us to write about light.

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