more hours of light

more hours of light
this time in May

I look up often
from the page
I am reading

yes, this window now
the shape of light
on the wall

and later another way
as the day begins to end
the night –
and then predawn

and watching again

An old poem:

predawn
and watching
the sky grow light
gift of another day
to read and write

Ellen Grace Olinger