December 11, 21

Just Light

A crescent moon
in a morning teal sky --
the clarity of color
like a knowledge of God 
not contained by books. 

The stimulus of fall
is past and I am empty -- 
a pot missing its lid, 
waiting to be filled with 
what may be only light

through barren woods,
winter’s cool calm 
lowering life’s fever --
a channel of peace found 
only here, only now -- 

where absence of color
intensifies, snow and sky 
blending to create that 
place of listening quiet,
and deep finding.

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