Afternoon Matinee

 

Shadows grow longer

as I gaze from work's upper story windows

down onto the coiffed grounds

where a silhouetted,

more quiet, bronze-orange afternoon

takes the place of the earlier

energetic, effervescent morning.

 

The days are shorter

even with the same hours always given;

yet light is more quickly upstaged

by the dusk-to-dark act.

 

Lingering and looking

At the matinee performance of light and shadows

I am wistful and full of memories. . . .

 

 

 

While the warmth of the western sunshine

pours through my picturesque porthole to the outside,

I ponder, worship,

and feel grateful for a moment more.

 

 

Then moving on to all that awaits me the rest of my day

I pick up the pace

before darkness falls.