Patches of golden warmth
Strewn on the ground
By the Evening Sun
...
So many crosses
all strung together
An ugly, gaudy necklace
the Mother wears
...
Perception Of Light
Patches of golden warmth
Strewn on the ground
By the Evening Sun
The bowl of light is spilling,
Spilling that shimmering substance
Through the branches and verdant canopy.
I bathe in the warmth.
I drink up the light.
Soak, sip; radiance is plentiful.