A Language Lights

A Poem

Photo by Kirsten C. on Unsplash

A Language Lights


On the corner of Kott and New
the yard is hedged like Eden

Saints of stone stand guard, robed
with lichen and shade

Depending on the side of the street,
light’s slant, the scent that infiltrates air,

A frost-stung gust captures breath,
bathes stone faces in sheen

And shadow extends from wings
of home to a flagstone walk 

Where ingress appears
if we’re near enough

To see the path,
which was there, all along.

Then all the in and out is caught
and spelled in new alphabet.

Photo by IP Withers on Unsplash