Slow Light

The light is slow this morning, creeping up

The sky an inch or two at a time, bending

Around the clouds like a wave reaches

Around a stone it is slowly, slowly carving

To sand until heaven melts into yellow

Pale as a spread of sweet cream butter

That sinks into every atmospheric pore

Before Mister Sun slinks at last across

The starting line, late almost for the day

He is bringing, and dims the upstart sky

Back to its quotidian blue.

11/22/2022