The miracle of low light

in searching

for the source

of summerlight

my eyes

were dimmed

my wings

were burned

so now 

I learned

my lesson well

day by day

I am waiting

patiently

for the silent whispers 

of the wind

to come

hiding

under the shadows

of the autumn

clouds

highly aware

of the smell

of slowly

colouring leaves

scorched

by feelings

wrapped

by spiderwebs

but most 

of all

longing

to experience 

again

the miracle

of low light

the dazzled

darkness

mixed with early

morning dew

when the coming

footsteps

of the death

of seasons

will reveal

her awesome beauty

painting

with her last breath

a promise

of hope

for a new 

and everlasting life