*Sky
a January sky 
a 2020,  the western woods uniformly
bathed in morning sun, a sliver screen see through 
lain over woods,
sublimin-
al;
of the northern woods, different moods,
blotchy light, 
splotch of remarkable intensity,
crowds of upper limbs rise, bathing in intermediary light 
tell tale signs of night,
in the interim 
light plays on mind tentatively, a breath is held,
until the northern appears, like the western woods
subliminal 
during the interval
descends a darkness
I withdraw, the empty throne
sits unoccupied,
turning the tables, was it ever meant to 
be
occupied?
*
Shantha Hulme
#January
 
#poems #stanzapoetica #GPlusrefugee  #light
#emptiness