Monday, August 9, 2010

3. Light

before dusk--

finds its way through billowing clouds
over emerald hills
and one tree, standing alone
turns brilliant:

golden, glowing
dark here, shining there
shadows slanting out behind.
just for a moment,
glimmers through the air
just for a moment,
I almost believe
Nature speaks
just for a moment,
beauty is manifest
harmony reigns

all on account of
one angled ray of

1 comment:

McFogger said...

you captured my heart at "emerald hills"