-This poem reflects on the lengthening shadows of late summer as a quiet expression of change, showing that fading light can create a different kind of beauty rather than simply diminish what came before.
By evening every tree grows tall,
its shadow reaching through the grass,
across the path, beyond the fence,
toward places light had filled at noon.
The house extends itself in shade,
the porch steps darken one by one,
while golden edges hold the leaves,
before the sun slips farther down.
Nothing has vanished from the day,
it only changes how it stays,
the brightness stretched across the earth,
made softer by its leaving.
We learn the season this way too,
not only by what disappears,
but by the beauty length can give,
when light has farther left to travel.