November Lights

Daylight Slumbers in the valley.
Darkness Lumbers across the land.
The fire on the horizon
Slowly fades. Its light is replaced
By the drone of street corner lamps.

Through the graphite forest electric eyes
Reveal hidden roadways and trails.
They boldly edge through the dying
Evening, swinging their gaze from north
To south, then back again. Shadows
Grow stronger, but still manmade trinkets
Illuminate the world below.

Like a thousand fireflies, or
The gleam of a thousand gold pieces
– From some discarded treasure – the
Scattered lights of man burst through
The nightly shroud. They break through the
Black like an unchained spirit
And flood the world with irreversible
Hope and beauty – often forgotten.

Headlights – Spotlights
Christmas lights

The eyes of the
Evening have

As we watch the
Valley comes to
Life once again.

© Jeremiah Dowling   December 7th, 2011


About Jeremiah Dowling

I write poetry and take crazy pictures in an Orange Chair all over the United States while reading amazing books.

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