Tuesday, December 27, 2016

I Crave Light


Some people
find it soothing,
the grayness,
but I find it suffocating --
draining the world
of its variety and color
smudging the details
at the edges.

I crave light.

Once an opaque plane,
the ice on the
kitchen window transforms
into a thousand glittering
crystals, each one a
snowflake of
incomprehensible beauty,
captured on glass
to extend its fleeting
existence.

I crave light.

Once dark, abbreviated days
at year's end,
illuminated by
singing, bells, old
friendships renewed --
by a thousand
acts of glittering
kindness.

Not all grayness
Not all light
is surface: we allow one --
or the other --
to infuse, consume

become part of us,

2 comments:

Audrey said...

I really adore your poetry. It is one of a kind, and gentle, and curious. Your words are warm to read,and I smile.

Audrey said...

I really adore your poetry. It is one of a kind, and gentle, and curious. Your words are warm to read,and I smile.

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