It happened on a hillside in Pequea, we retired and burned the moving boxes, the ones done traveling between jobs and houses. We sit here and wait for inevitable night, refit the house, try to tame the land, unpack books and mementos of holidays, jobs and the children’s lives. We set out few treasures to keep us company, attack land tangled with thorns and vines, establish a garden, plant perennials and fruit trees. Each night before dark comes, I stop whatever I’m doing rush outside and look east where deep shadows march towards night, check for yellow light caught in tree branches, on sides of houses and barns. Then I turn west for the light show of dusk, a brilliant crone’s scarf that collects the rich colors and words of the passing day and put on my scarf before night comes.
Ingrid Bruck is a poet/storyteller/retired library director. Her work has appeared in Howl of Sorrow: A Collection of Poems Inspired by Hurricane Sandy. She is a member of The International Women’s Writing Guild, a charter member of The Avocado Sisterhood and mentored by Christine Graf.