The Quality Of Light (Springtime) Poem by Toni Atchison

In this new house in the spring,
I must learn the light anew.
Fresh lessons of dappled bright and shadow,
a quiet street,
an easterly view.
Even on a cloudy day,
these rooms are full of light-
calm, at peace, and sweetly golden.
And as days grow longer,
building toward heat,
my fascination with the quality of light
changes daily, growing evermore.
Trees so bare when we moved in
have fat buds now, ready to explode.
And the loveliness of light in the spring
makes me love this even more.

4-22-08