Nowhere to Hide You

When you are already here 
you appear to be only 
a name that tells of you 
whether you are present or not 
and for now it seems as though 
you are still summer 
still the high familiar 
endless summer 
yet with a glint 
of bronze in the chill mornings 
and the late yellow petals 
of the mullein fluttering 
on the stalks that lean 
over their broken 
shadows across the cracked ground 
but they all know 
that you have come 
the seed heads of the sage 
the whispering birds 
with nowhere to hide you 
to keep you for later 
who fly with them 
you who are neither 
before nor after 
you who arrive 
with blue plums 
that have fallen through the night 
perfect in the dew
Each month has its special light
though luminous September sweeps them all;
I must grasp tightly before tomorrow slips away to October.
Like a squirrel, there must be a place
I can hide such riches, tuck the light away in a hole,
pile shells on top,
to bring it out on the darkest winter day
and feast upon it.
I do know better;
this glow follows the birds as they fly away.
They keep it in safekeeping
towing it back on their wings come spring.
In the meantime I must remember
the endless summer that is September.

6 thoughts on “Nowhere to Hide You

  1. Hi Emily 🙂 I have decided to participate in “Inktober” this month. They suggest a theme, and I was wondering if I could ink from one of your photographs each day as my theme. I am pretty much a beginner, so its unlikely mine will ever see the light of day, but your photos always make me feel alive! I would of course credit them to you, but one of the rules of Inktober is that people post their work. May I use your photos each day as my theme? -Kellie

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  2. Wow. Such beautiful photography, here — always — whether it’s your own or sometimes that of your kids. Along with many others, I so appreciate the serene beauty, here, along with your deep musings and poetry/selections.

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  3. Thank you, Emily, for the image of migrating birds taking the light with them. Now I’ll think of the cardinals, bluejays, chickadees, goldfinches and all the other birds that remain in shoreline CT as stewards of feathery whisps of the light.

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