Watching Night Fall on New Year’s Day
The sun sets like a dull penny, day’s final final push against the rain. A pot simmers, black-eyed peas and greens, and the savory smells of good luck and money fill the house. The Christmas tree in the neighbor’s window lights up. It was a quiet day. I blame my tears on the rain. Amber lamp light, reflected in the glass, soothes me.
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Christine Swint’s poems have appeared in Calyx, Birmingham Poetry Review, Slant, a Journal of Poetry, Tampa Review, Heron Tree, Ekphrasis, and others. Her poems have been nominated for the Pushcart Prize, Best of the Net, and Best New Poets, and she has won first place prizes from the Georgia Poetry Society and Agnes Scott College. Her first collection, Swimming This, was published in 2015 by FutureCycle Press. She teaches first-year composition at a metro-Atlanta university and writes about poetry, art, hiking, and yoga at Balanced on the Edge, https://balancedonedge.blog
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8 thoughts on “Watching Night Fall”
Rain and sadness go hand in hand. Happy 2011 (starting tomorrow!)
Whoops – here’s my website – typed it in wrong above!
oh, i love this! and you.
have a wonderful new year, christine!
Barb, thanks for stopping by! The link to your site didn’t come through.
Tanks, Odessa! Happy New Year.
some tears here, too, today. this is gorgeous, though, and like your amber, it soothes me. 🙂
Argh! The tears! I hate to admit how good it feels to cry, even though being sad I could do without.
Wow, this is really good… such a full moment.