Twilight

Twilight. 

Convince me that the season longs for my embrace.  It's been so long that I have felt the fire in my heart, and the sun on my face,

Give me reasons to not hide away from the gentle light of day, there's has to be a bitter sweet momentum anyway, 

Could I persuade you to accompany me in darker colder places, maybe where the willows hang low, in peculiar spaces,

I have not met the daybreak with a tendency to wish it night, but find myself my home in shades without the light,

Oh how does the season know when flowers are to seed, I too should come not barren,  to life again and bleed,

Isn't that the finest feature of a woman then to tell, the baring of a tiny life, inside a body dwell,

To note that all may be forgiven,  in loss my body mourns those babes as though,  particularly in this renewal of winter, when all I feel is snow,

Cold remains of love lay changed by appearance and by name for nothing but the empty womb, makes twilight seem the same.

Nardine Sanderson 2024©️