December is a time of diminishing light. Days are getting shorter. Sunrise is later in the morning. Sunset is earlier in the afternoon. The change of light leads us to winter solstice with more darkness, cooler temperatures. Do you feel the change? Does your mood change? What does diminishing light in the rear view mirror symbolize to you?
Driving on the Coteau Road
rushing toward my day,I looked in the rear view mirror,
noticing the rising light.Beacon to feel the past
Margaret Simon, draft
push me toward future
with healing hope.
My poetry writing happens early in the morning when the hum of the heater makes me want to pull the covers up and sleep. For This Photo, I draft directly into the post. I accept whatever comes. I hope you will give yourself a moment of meditation and write a small poem draft in the comments. Meet yourself where you are, without judgement. Leave your draft in the comments and encourage each other as writers who give a piece of themselves to the page.
Reflections on the Teche 
Diminishing Light Diminishing Days
each sunrise brings me closer
to sunset
but I have more to learn
more to give
more to receive
on this wondrous journey
Such wisdom and longing in this poem for more of the journey, more of time.
Oh those lines, I have more to learn/more to give….our mortality creeping closer and each day a gift. And yes to wonderous journeys. Wisdom. Thanks for this one, Rose.
Beautiful and wise, Rose. A good reminder….
I can’t really believe that a sixth grader wrote this poem and he only started writing poetry a few months ago when he got into my gifted class.
on a road there aren’t many ways to turn back
after all many stay on that concrete path
right to where they’re going
when the roads get dark
and the air gets cold
there is one thing to remember
there is no going back
unless you follow the light
and make your path tonight
don’t follow
don’t break
your will is that light
as you look in that rear view mirror
you have a choice to follow the path laid out
or ride with your own free will
now what you do
isn’t up to me
or they
or them
anyone
it is up to you
John-Robert, 6th grade
Fantastic! I especially like the lines:
don’t follow
don’t break
your will is that light
Thanks for sharing, Margaret. It’s always a joy to see student work. I miss it.
Congratulations to poet, John-Robert. A poem that ponders. The lines I like a lot because they are so true and so wise:
you have a choice to follow the path laid out
or ride with your own free will
and
it is up to you
Thank you for sharing your poem.
Beautiful and important words, John-Robert!
Rear View Mirror
Janet Clare F.
A gleam from the distance
transports me
to a memory more intense
a time more distant
a smile so vibrant
only God can know
how that glow
brings you back
and makes me smile,
wishing you were near.
In the rear view
everything is brilliant,
clear,
and you are
here.
@ draft
“wishing you were here” The holidays bring this melancholy to me. I appreciate how you turned toward “you are here.”
Janet, such a poignant and authentic way we often remember those we’ve lost – and bring them near for brief moments.
So heartfelt, Janet.
In the rear view
everything is brilliant,
clear,
and you are
here.
Thank you for this.
Margaret,
A capture of that setting sun in your rear view mirror is an accomplishment for sure. Memories and learning from the past are important and I think we sometimes breeze on through life so quickly we are not pondering, appreciating enough some times. Your poem and photo got me thinking this morning. Thank you , Margaret.
Margaret, thank you for your lovely poem and the encouragement to take a moment in meditation. Mine took me back to this morning, when I headed out to help with the rescue horses I love and am wonderfully amused by….and the partial poems I jot down at the very few stoplights along the way.
I roll from suburb out to farm
as the near-winter sun eases
into view. How will I spend the day?
it asks. Joyful, helpful, muddy.
It will be a fine day for a poet.
Draft, Carol Coven Grannick
“Joyful, helpful, muddy” – a fine day indeed.
😊
I can imagine you joyful, helpful, and muddy loving on those horses.
Oh, yes….
Leaving the day behind me
Facing a new dawn
Wishing I was back there
From the time that I come