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Algonquin Park, Canoe Lake, Darkness, Dusk, Finding your way, Group of Seven, Landscape painting, Light, Nature writing, Original poetry, Solitude, Tom Thomson
“The light will leave– and you must reckon with what follows.” Tom Thomson
When Darkness Falls by Joan Currie
The pale rose of dusk
lingered longer than I expected.
I knew there would be a parting–
a lover’s touch
I wished might go on,
but wouldn’t.
I left the path
to find a higher place,
hoping to hold
the last of the light.
But darkness came at once–
a dull closing,
as if a door had been shut
behind me.
I was off the trail,
caught in the undergrowth,
turning this way and that,
not knowing.
For a long time
I did not move.
Branches shifted.
The woods held their breath.
Something unseen
pressed close.
Then I saw it–
a faint light
threaded through the trees.
I went toward it,
careful now,
thinking
how little it takes–
one small light–
to be led out.
Have you ever followed a light in the dark?
Satin & Sand 