The setting sun slanted the light
In the November way
With hues of gold and long gray shadows.
The day after our son was born, from our hospital room, we saw a forest of trees in gold, orange, maroon stretching away (it felt like I was recovering in my old bedroom at our farm — the same kind of forest of old oak trees and maple).
The evening sun added a golden touch to everything, adding to my peace and joy that our son had arrived. The golden light seemed wise and reverent, honoring this special time.
By Mary Hope Schuh