light – tinywords

Winter Stars

My neighbor fills her winter garden with oaktag cut-outs of red and yellow stars—hangs them from her bird feeder or glues them atop the planting sticks she’s

moon eclipse— he asks again what day it is

snowstorm even the stoplights slow down

the snow before it falls white sun

midwinter night light from the snow the stars

snow flurry on an empty street the traffic light turns red

Faster and Faster

20,000 years on average from the Sun’s core to its surface. About 8 minutes and 18 seconds from the Sun to Moon. One more second from the Moon to Earth. crisp night

For Two Horses By the Fence at VCCA

They stand there, side-by-side, seemingly unmoving, gazing off toward the mountains. Now and then the darker one slowly turns his head to look at me, one brown eye

midnight fog the street light a silver dandelion

The fountain’s too lucid moon—just inches above a litter of leaves.

white phlox blossoms daring the frost

night sky the rusted tin roof leaking moonlight

walking back the way we came shadows shift

stuttering light the sound of tea being poured

a sliver of moon she asks if he really exists

Float

Thousands, perhaps millions, are floating under the sea—jellyfish, and shaped like umbrellas. But she looks different. She reflects purple and silver light.

lamplight… my shadow softens with each step

on a bare twig rain beads what light there is

iridescence of the dogwood leaf— autumn moon

slipping in beneath the kitchen door —first sunlight

through the skylight only we can see these stars

gleam of cattails and a high half moon

his recent poem carves a canoe from a tulip tree—starlight glistens in the spray of the ebbing tide

haiga

flash of yellow a butterfly headbutts me in my work break

no moon looking outdoors into snowlight

night jog— sparks from a train rounding a turn

the rabbit’s ears translucent at dawn

sun through the syringe— red red poppy bloom

day’s end refilling my wine glass moonlight

a firefly’s glow against her palm passed to mine

graffiti sharper by moonlight

up to the summit up to a hawk’s cry up to the sun

phosphorescence a firefly alights on the periodic table

garden wall behind the snail its long noon shadow

moving through the summer moon slow swell

thunderbolt--- eyes light up in the pine tree

where creek willows weave the sunlight ducklings

frost on the furrows up to the vanishing point— sunrise

light falling everywhere ? ? ?in its own place — summer’s end