It casts a glow deep, the streetlight at the corner
Like an aura it extends, intruding upon the dark.
Poking, prodding, subduing the dark into submission
It impinges upon the shadows lurking at the rim.
Is it my imagination? Or does the aura extend?
Gradually eating away at the edges of the dark
As light, it erodes and envelops the dark shadow
And breaks upon the pavement, a guiding beacon.
Image – Stefan Cosma via unsplash