In Summer's last light.

In Summer's Last Light

In the tired slant of summer's
last light
edging through
an open door
she sits and waits
for autumn
leaves
falling

falling into piles
of red and gold
and burnished copper
dreams
discarded
drifting

drifting down
upon remembrances
of summer
long ago
lost

lost
in a tangled web
of hopes and dreams
where youth
was spent
living out upon the edges
of red hot
footprints
dancing

dancing
in the waves
crashing back into
the sands of time
passing

passing
down

down through the years
of promised time
to love
and dream
and fall
in wild abandon
into happily ever after.

In summer's last light
she sits
waiting

waiting
patiently
hands folded

folded
still
upon her lap
sifting time
through
gnarled fingers
tested by time
aching

aching
for rest
her limbs
holding
vainly
to a leaf
yet to fall.

I didn't know I would write this poem this morning. I was reading my Blog List and saw the photo "Barn Door" Nancy posted at her amazing site, "Ballyhoo Hobnob Crossroads" (in my Blog List it's 'Poems and Prayers') and suddenly, the words fell from my fingertips, just like late summer's light through the open barn door of Nancy's photo.

Get inspired this morning -- check out Nancy's post, Late Summer with the photo Barn Door -- it's beautiful.

Thank you Nancy for the inspiration.