There are days
that don’t want to leave us.
As evening comes in, they
put on their finery:
cloaks of gold
edged with flames
of aureate, ever-burnishing orange.
Elements that last lifetimes, aeons.
Dressed for departure,
they linger on the threshold,
languid, dazzling, fine,
like they have forever
tucked away in their pockets and folds,
though we both know
they’re on their way
They hold us as long as they can
then kiss us goodbye
with the whisper that though they must go
they don’t have to be forgotten.
I hope you enjoy this new poem in my inspirational poetry series. For me, a poem is a key, unlocking the infinite, bringing us into creative presence.Interested in reading more?