brighter

it isn’t so much
that the days
are tiring
as it is the light
is struggling
to stay
as earth is urged
to darker arms
and the calm
of slow hibernation
how wondrous it is
that light should find
a fragile respite
in fiery leaves
as if the trees too
would stoke it brighter
for just those few
more days

© Sarah Whiteley

Perhaps a bit early for this, but I’m in an autumn sort of mood lately. The light is shifting and I’m already feeling a shortening in the days.

Normally this time of year, I would announce that Ebbtide is on hold until I’ve made it to the far side of the tax deadlines that hit us at the office in September and October. This year I’ve decided to wait and see. And if I am able to find the time and space to write – to find a quiet moment in which to lose myself a little in beauty – then all the better for me.

Away

Well, folks, work is crazy right now and will remain so until about mid-October. This is our busiest time of year and I am buried. So between the crazy hours, no weekends, and lack of any time other than that which I use to eat, sleep, brush my teeth, shower, and occasionally use the loo – well… I’ll just have no opportunity for a while to read, write, or otherwise engage in creative pursuits. In the meantime, I shall have to content myself with perfectly aligned pages and artistically placed “sign here” stickies (and search in vain for hints of poetry in the pages of the several hundred tax returns that will cross my desk).

See you on the other side….