Diaphanous
Trees look opaque until the sun moves behind them
and a circle of leaves turns into a halo and
before-sunset gold sprays out like a sprinkler flame.
On the other side of the garden small leaves
are silhouetted against the pastelling sky
saturated pale blue behind them
shadowed green fragments in a layer
gold falling on the green, hazy sunlight-gilded.
I napped for two hours, woke before the golden hour
a while before sunset sunk blearily in duvets.
I went outside and the evening sunlight kept me warm,
air and grass against my skin held me half-woken up.
Trees look opaque until the sun moves behind them
and a circle of leaves turns into a halo and
before-sunset gold sprays out like a sprinkler flame.
On the other side of the garden small leaves
are silhouetted against the pastelling sky
saturated pale blue behind them
shadowed green fragments in a layer
gold falling on the green, hazy sunlight-gilded.
I napped for two hours, woke before the golden hour
a while before sunset sunk blearily in duvets.
I went outside and the evening sunlight kept me warm,
air and grass against my skin held me half-woken up.