Long Shadows

As Elton said

 “don’t let the sun go down.”

Last night as it rested briefly

 on a grove of trees

a melancholy hit me in the

eyes right below the visor.

If only I could hold it up with a tripod of candy canes.

I like the feel of shadows rolling out like cookie dough.

I wanted to pull the truck over

and grab garbage can lids

and old pie tins

and child shaped

cutters

and

have at it.

Cookie cut my

children out of the

silhouette of my truck.

All those evenings out

helping Santa git er done.

I missed many winking suns

with the children. 

So now you golden sphere

I ask you for a continuance.

Please, just ‘til I get them cut

out and laid within

the light of my heart.