This morning,
spring-morning-light,
something special,
magical, the low dim, ephemeral, soft light
illumining the
reaching treetops, yearning for sunlight
nascent buds, the
flowers, farther down, unfiltered
translucent,
glowing a cherry red, through trees, a screen
burnt orange
highlights, accents, dabbed as by a brush
a warming sun, not
yet hot, awaking the forest, the woods
just off the
highway, still visible into the thin groves
before summer
leaves block the view
spring morning
light, washing through, bleeding,
more than filtered
light, shining spotlight still
down to the forest
floor, all the woods awash, bathed
in that wondrous
spring morning light
Edited April 22, 2013
“Spring Morning Light – v3
Edited August 29, 2012
“Spring Morning Light – v2”
May 11, 2008
“Spring Morning Light”
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