The light, I Read
By Jay Humphrey
26 Jan 2009
Ever since I can remember
The Light, I Read
Summer
Mornings breath through the trees
Lying across yellow fields of tall grass
Blocked by, reflected to
Thunderheads and Lightning
Sunsets that seemed to burn forever
Fall
The Rainbow shy's away
It can not match
So vibrant, even in death
Clear White Frost
Gray, on Gray, on Gray
Winter
Cold hand breaks the range
To basic
Black a depth to eternity
White a purity in stark grace
Spring
The hues you breath in
Simply flowing forth
Eye's wide, for fear of missing
The Light, You Read
1 response
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Al Gieryna gave props (26 Jan 2009):
Excellent poem. I really liked the imagery in your words and photos. Nicely done!!
