This is not a poem about


or weather

or even the sun


but about the way light



just before it is



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 


the view.

Yurt dweller, parent, partner, writer. Knows some things about medicine, life coaching, teaching, and the wilds.

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