LIGHT, SOURCE
as the summer sun leans
heavily towards equinox
setting further south evening
by evening
the last threads of the season
unravel the valley reveals its
true self, backlit quantum universe
golden strands drift
randomly through the trees
energy trails
of invisible spiderlings
and bright pinhole gnats
zoom and zag their photon paths
across the void
then the oxbow way down
in the pasture takes to light,
spells out a gleaming omega
the sun dips even further
catches me full in the eyes
blinded by this glory, in the split-
second it takes to raise my hand
I stop being the observer
and everything for that moment
ceases
Finally, after several days, I have my computer back. Now I am treating it a bit gingerly, as one does a family member who has just got up from sickbed. Anyway, I hope we (my computer and I) can get back to full-strength blogging now!
The passage of time in nature is a well-explored subject for me. One day I must go back over all the poems I’ve written and do a tally of the solstice, equinox and other cross-quarter references. The photo here is another shot of the view from my previous home in Alberta. The poem was written in response to the same view, only on a different autumn day, with different lighting.
For more poetry inspired by this prompt, visit One Single Impression
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