Looking for a bit of light after this week, this year. Trump might think climate change is a Chinese hoax, but I’m thinking that maybe it’s nature where we have to look to for some joy.
The Quality of Glass
Palm against pane warms
From cool to rayed
As the clouds step aside to let
The impatient Sunlight charge past
It flashes a hungry smile
Dazzling teeth shine on the glass
Even the dust appears to glow-
Cast into the sunspotlight
Full, and warm, and impossibly vast
Even though some rebel runs off with it each night
Prometheus sharing sunfire with the moon
But, as the sun chases the horizon
The blue fades, the sun sinks
Catches its friend, and flashes.
Smiling. And golden.
Keep looking for the light, peeps.