Light and Its Absence
Watching light
come through panes,
refracted by color,
suffusing a soft
glow of warmth,
a washing radiance,
reflecting particles
of dust and movement.
Watching light
fade, blocked into
clouds, cooling
the glass, its
growing absence
moving into coldness,
the air clearer
without the light.
Photograph: Dim Light by Teodoro Gruhl via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.
5 comments:
Nice.
I like the hypnotic rhythm of this poem.
And its truth.
oh i like this
The ending. I liked that surprise.
Love that photo, too.
Love that photo, too.
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