Half-Light
Short days of winter now, and the sunlight neglects my garden.
This afternoon I pulled out last summer's tomato vines,
frostbitten and slimy to the touch.
Dead stems broken off at the soil
too frozen for the roots to be moved.
I remembered when my mother explained
that from the shortest day
onward to spring
the light would stay longer and longer.
My brother and I would stand out in the snow
silent by the back door
aching toes
and wait for dusk to fall,
record the time in a book
we called Secret.
It was February before we noticed a longer day
and by April
we had forgotten the vigil.
Now I stand
in the dusk again, and recall how
if we had not kept watch that winter
the darkness might never have lifted.
-Liz Kalloch
Wonderful writing, Liz. Maybe if both keep watch this time, the longer days will come even sooner. xxx
Posted by: jin | December 22, 2009 at 01:55 PM
oh ... so beautiful!
Posted by: darlene | December 23, 2009 at 10:03 AM