Last of the summer’s light

 

 

It dries our laundry
Steeps our tea
Perks up the petals
And our bare toes

But at the end of the day
At the very end of the season
All that is left
Of those clear and lengthening rays

Are the deepening shadows
That climb the wooden backed chair
And the warmth of the day
Folded into the sheet
That captured
The last of the summer’s light