The quality of light
on a day so bright
just on the cusp of spring.
Cool, quiet, and still
a day made to fill,
to dream and to dance and to sing.
Clear blue and breathless,
synchronistic light. Deathless.
Childhood memories taking wing.
Pure sensuous sight
is the quality of light
a day like this does bring.
A day made for friends,
beginnings and ends,
for winter to turn into spring.
To taste and to savor,
the quality of light's flavor,
a day to make the soul sing.
(c) 3.12.94
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Beautiful poem, Linda.
ReplyDeleteI love all my friends.!
...a perfect poem and the way I felt exactly yesterday in the early morning light. Today promises to be the same. A lovely "feel" in your words...
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