I walked this evening towards the setting sun, and it’s soft apricot light which filled the sky and made my heart ache with an unknown longing. It was as though I could feel the earth turning beneath my feet, and I was walking through the edge of the day, and its ever shifting light.
The dark shapes of the trees leaned across the sky towards me, and the bats came out, stunt flying as though to impress and shock in one sweep.
This picture is taken in Plockton, Rosshire, from the hill at the back of our house as the sun sets over the Isle of Skye.
Here’s my poem…….
The Edge of the Day
I walk a little faster
as though I could catch up with the receeding light
as if my urgent ache could connect with the endless rolling away of the sun
that I might be pulled gently on the fleeing breath of the day
over the lip of the horizon
and on into the endless mouth of brightness
the perpetual day which rolls across the earths face
rolling ever onwards into some unseen future
and the soft apricot light which spills up over the edge of the day
into the coast of the night.
All the blueness of the sky
washed out into softness
and the deepening shadows of darkness
filling in the shapes of trees and hills
Until all that reaches out towards me is receeding light and dark
Until the night wins and I fall behind
Slipping off the tail of light
drifting into the night
and the first stars revealed by the growing darkness.