And the light returns
Strange to say as darkness draws ever closer
Days contracting to shadows of their summer selves.
We city dwellers have been lost from sight and seeing in rural idylls
Shielded by curtains of leaves and branches
interlocking, tree behind tree
Cocooned in rural retreats,
Sometimes lairds and ladies roaming well managed country estates
At others, train passengers steaming through dense, dark forests
thousands of miles from civilisation.
Now city streets radiate from urban parks
marching over the hills, stretching beyond the horizon
and our commuter trains rattle along
behind suburban curtained windows
washing lines, back gardens, supermarkets and corner shops,
all revealed as the forest fades
leaves dissolving in the winter rain.
And the light streams back
Bringing the sights and sounds of a larger world
Less idyllic but wider
stretching our view
calling us beyond
to join the hustle and bustle
while our light escapes
rising up into the sky.
Snapshotting 