Lost Light

Teasel
Morning Light

Evening light has all but left us.
I step out from work, now, into darkness, ever more thankful for the morning’s glow.
My time.

To catch a sun creeping across the field of teasel.
Tones of brown set ablaze, mist rising.
Caught on the edge of the high barn roof.
Then tripping, face-first, upon the old brick house,
beyond the gravel drive.

First Light on Barn

Autumn Sun

From this spot at dusk, we hear an owl,
from the depths of the blackened woods, calling.
His voice, a new cry in the night.
An invitation into his world.

In the dark, this year, I will go there.
My small light, where there is none.

After years of hearing Barred Owls in our woods, we now hear a new call. The hissing screech, that could be either a Barn Owl or juvenile Great Horned Owl. What better way to appreciate the darkness of fall and winter evenings, than to become better acquainted with our owls.

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