All morning and all afternoon, the light jumps around on my sewing machine
it blinks off the leaves still on the lilac bush
it throws hard-edged shadows of the mullions
then whispers ghost-like across my working hands
for an instant, it turns the khaki fabric yellow.
The light is demanding
distracting me from my work
then lulling me into a daze
It’s November 4th
It should not be warm enough for me to leave my studio door open to let the warm air in.
the sky should be the most dreary gray,
the air
bone aching
damp
sharp
The light seduces me
I drift in a dream toward it
and its warmth
and worry that winter may not come.
You may soon have to attend the poetry readings to read your own!
Well Barbara, I was planning on reading it at the next poetry reading at our bookstore. I figure why not?
What a beautiful piece of poetry! I can see how the light on the dancing leaves can be mesmerizing. I sometimes get lost in the leaves of the locust tree outside my sewing room when they are gently dancing in the breeze. Our November has been unusually warm too. I hope it cools gradually but I have a feeling deep inside that old man winter will come with his cold driving winds in the blink of an autumn eye.
And a locust has all those little leaves Josie. Even more than a lilac. And you’re probably right about the winter. it will be shocking.
Loved your train of thoughts out into this vignette. We had lots of rain, dreary and now up to 60 mile an hour winds here in WI. Definitely November weather here! I always worry about my trees when it’s so windy. I tell them to hang in there and that I love them hoping that helps.
I’m glad to hear someone is having November weather. But I do hope your trees bend with the wind. I know your loving them can’t hurt!