The hour between 4 and 5
in January
in Michigan
is my favorite moment
of everyday.
If the suns out anyway,
because if we’re blessed
with a clear sky in winter,
at 4 o clock
gold kisses the naked trees
and radiates from buildings
in contrast
to elongated shadows
drifting lazily across the ground.
I get caught up
in the distraction
of lifes necessities
and I forget
what I’m supposed to be doing.
And then it’s 4 again –
For a moment
those auspiciously stubborn
naked trees cling to their gold
and allow for time
to stand still
so light can dance
a little while longer
anticipating the length
of summer
and the warmth light shares
when it rules time.
