Spectrum
This is not a poem about
clouds
or weather
or even the sun
but about the way light
behaves
just before it is
blocked,
minimized,
or otherwise obscured
by revealing itself
as holding all colors,
each pigment,
every tone
in a vibrant, generous gleaming
gilding the vapor
that would try to
dim it
with what spills no secret
breaks no rules
denies no one
their place
in the spectrum
no matter how
menacing
the view.
Inner light as well! Beautiful!
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Thank you 🙂
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Love that this ends with “no matter how menacing the view”. Would love to explore that with you next time we talk.
Beautiful piece of writing friend.
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Thanks, Liz! ❤️
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