Friday, November 26, 2010

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.


Louise Gallagher said...


I like the hypnotic rhythm of this poem.

And its truth.

Anonymous said...

oh i like this

L.L. Barkat said...

The ending. I liked that surprise.

Anonymous said...

Love that photo, too.

Anonymous said...

Love that photo, too.