This morning, that
spring-morning-light,
something special,
magical, the low dim, soft bright
illumining the
reaching treetops, yearning for the light
the nascent buds,
the flowers, farther down, unfiltered
translucent,
glowing a cherry red, afire
burnt orange
highlights, accents, dabbed as by a brush
Across the
warming, waking canvas
a warming sun, not
yet hot, waking the forest, the woods
just off the
highway, still visible into the thin groves
before the summer
leaves block the view
spring morning
light, washing through, urging
more than filtered
light, shining spotlight still
down to the forest
floor, all the woods awash, bathed
in that wondrous
spring morning light
Edited October 25, 2013
“Spring Morning Light – v4”
Edited August 29, 2012
“Spring Morning Light – v2”
May 11, 2008
“Spring Morning Light”
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