In spring
there is a quality to the light
beckoning us outdoors —
just to be in its presence.
White blossoms
on cherry trees,
dogwoods, crab apples
glow in the early morning.
Unlike summer light,
which shimmers in waves
on the horizon,
objects melting before our eyes.
Spring light
is crisp and tart
like a freshly picked apple.
Walking in spring light,
anything is possible.
Reflecting. Discovering. Learning.
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I like how you compare the light of Spring to Summer. That comparison for me has me thinking, the sign of powerful writing! Thanks for sharing.
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Beautiful poem. We don’t have blossoms yet but the light and sunshine are gorgeous. I agree that walking in spring light, anything is possible.
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This is a beautiful observation of spring vs summer light. I would love to see a paired slice about fall and winter light. Hope you are savoring today’s light as you would a “crisp and tart” apple!
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“Spring light
is crisp and tart
like a freshly picked apple.”
A genius way to describe spring’s light. Such an optimistic poem. A world of possibilities awaits!
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Unlike summer light,
which shimmers in waves
on the horizon,
objects melting before our eyes.
Spring light
is crisp and tart
like a freshly picked apple.
Love there lines! I am looking for the shimmers waves of summer light! Thanks for this poem!
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