Last Light

I know the first hints of leaves
are the lightest green.

Yet they appear black
against the wisps of clouds
and a sky growing pale
just before darkening.

He comments on them
looking up from his bed,
and asks to leave the curtains open.

It sure is nice light, I reply
and stroke his hair.
His stillness is perfect
even as he turns his head
for me to brush his other cheek.

A father and son will argue sometimes —

but the morning and its disappointment
are forgotten
in the last light
of this day.

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7 thoughts on “Last Light

  1. skipmars

    One of my favorite films is Big Fish, and this reminds me a bit of that last scene when son reconciled with his father. Well imaged and written. Thanks for stopping by my blog, as well.

    Reply

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