THRESHOLD

I stand at the threshold

between the light

and the dark.

I do not resent the sun,

its journey already begun.

I simply notice the stars.

My heart remembers

the ones who have gone

and borrows wonder

from those who’ve just arrived.

The blossom’s time has passed.

The birds have flown away.

I fill my eyes with falling leaves

and carry seeds

into the night—

I too will be changed.

Safe inside the dark,

I’ll take flight again

when this work is done.

© 2026 Carla Tanguay White