by Anshudha Garimella
This is it. Time is keeping it’s promise
It brought that golden sky this morning
The golden hour that brought the beginning of my happy time
Summer is waiting in line
It excites my soul
The Golden Hour
Soft daylight, soft to the touch
All of the tears have dried up now
I’m a photographer for a day
I will capture the golden hour like it’s the last one I’ll ever see
It’s a time to feel the grass beneath, your feet damp with morning dew
I’m trying to soak up all of the new things
The new grass, the beauty of new flowers, the soft air comfortable and pleasant
I’m trying to trap some golden rays in a crystal to reflect this hour in its entirety.
A souvenir. Of a promise well kept. Time and Time Again.