Chasing light

[LittleBlueDagon]

Fall is waning
Days are getting short
The sun is dried up
By a grey damn of clouds

Only a light misting reaches the surface
Whicked away by thirsty greens
Leaving little for others suffering the drought

But sometimes

The dams break and leak
Spilling drops of sirupy sun onto the earth
Flooding through windows and curtains
Skipping over ripples and waves
Soaking into flowers and faces
Revealing warm and vibrant smiles

And yet

As the light turns gold
As the clouds turn orange, then pink, then dark
The shadows become one
As night comes crawling
And the last drops of light spill over the horizon

But these last drops
Although short lived, are precious
So at sundown
I often find myself running
Chasing the light

- LittleBlueDragon