Life With Horace

poetry & essays

the way light plays

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there is wind this morning,
backed by clear bright light,
just enough to move
the clouds I see
along the mountain arm.
they are solid burghers,
nothing flimsy, without
wings or tails in flight
yet they are bordered brilliantly,
as though the light is urging them
to weightlessness and speed,
to dance across the day
and play there with the sun

Author: Life With Horace

Poetry & Essays

One thought on “the way light plays

  1. Your Morning musings are a wake up treat.


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