“The quality of the light is changing”

by DEBORAH W. A. FOULKES

The quality
of the light
is changing
Summer is bending
into autumn
The whole of the sky
is relaxing
The blue and the fainting clouds
are leaning back slightly into
the horizon
glad of it
weary of glaring at it
The cooing of the doves outside
in the courtyard
is a little less
-intense-
And all that I have not achieved yet
is framed by:
acceptance,
a dry,    peaceful
curling
at the edges
of the heart.