So far the nights feel lonelier than the days. <br />In light, the living keep me company, <br />and memories of voices through the years. <br />Each summer threads a green familiar maze. <br />Emerging sun-struck, you can barely spy <br />the slow kaleidoscope of clouds and hours. <br />Those flannel nightshirts chilly sleepers wear <br />as summer wanes: I'm giving them away. <br />Pass it on: you keep at the same time. <br />A bough has broken from the Duchess tree. <br />Rain swelled the apples. Too much lightness weighs <br />heavy: the heft of the idea of home <br />tempered with the detachment of a dream, <br />or tidal pulls, like ocean, like moonrise.<br /><br />Rachel Hadas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/summer-nights-and-days/
