A Yellow Bush--By J.T. Milford--United States

A Yellow Bush

In a time of loneliness and regrets
the dreary descending darkness
on this rainy afternoon
presses down my fragile life

It seems light once gone will never
again return leaving only extended night
Yet out beyond the house stands a yellow bush
catching the solitary moments of last glow
on this time without time when the sun's
zenith is in the Tropic of Capricorn

As I watch the last fading afterglow
it seems that for a brief time my life
on this spinning planet is free with
no desires anticipations or possessions
Life illuminated by cascading sparks
of deep stars descending
from an infinite peace

In this still time my gaze moves
                                  to a place without boundaries
                                  For this once I can see out beyond
                                  the far distant horizon to pure space

J. T. Milford began writing poetry when he retired as a CPA from public accounting twenty-two years ago. He has lived in Lake Charles, Louisiana most of his life and uses life there as a background for his poetry. J.T. feels he doesn’t really write poems, they seem to arrive and demand to be written.