The first things
that I noticed
through the window blinds
(and both in silhouette) —
a lone bird
sitting on a wire—
a hummingbird
that zoomed up
to a desert willow
dipping in a blossom cup.
And now while walking
in the park
I see the bark of trees
illumined by the eastern light—
the details
of the moss and grooves—
the shadows
of their trunks and limbs
made long and mated
with the brilliant grass.
The gray of dawn
the sun and shadow now
then mid-day
which seems overbright—
is there a truest light?
Hey, Suzanne! I think so, but I don’t expect to convince those who think otherwise. Thanks for commenting. -Glen
Such perceptive observations and thoughts. Light makes all the difference.
Yes, it does. And the light of love I am covinced is the truest light of all. Appreciate you reading and commenting, Laurie—thanks! -Glen
It was uplifting for me, Rini—a good thing to see before I went out for a walk. Thank you for your reading and comment. I appreciate it. -Glen
a lone bird sitting on a wire— a hummingbird that zoomed up to a desert willow..........great imagination...... i try to imagine how you would have been happy when you imagine such things.. thank u dear Glen. tony.
And thank you, Tony. The sight of the birds first thing did lift my heart. I myself am convinced that the truest perspective is from love. However, there are the people who think reality is in the harshest light, and I myself am not immune to cynicism. Blessings to you, brother! -Glen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Absolutely! There is a truest light! The light of love in life!
i smile in agreement with your certainty on this. thank you, geeta, for your comment—and for your heart! -glen