The light of day's end
brings out the sandy
grit of the arid
landscape.
The light of day's end
matches & compounds
the color of the
desiccated vegetation.
The light of day's end
turns the world
into someplace new --
somewhere I've never
been before.
My body knows this is
nothing like Mars;
my mind does not.
late afternoon sun
penetrates the pavilion —-
causing napper’s turn.
Sun-sparkles on the lake’s far end
look icy cool beneath blue skies,
but Winter shivers, I suspend,
because late Spring is telling lies.
legs in leaf litter,
garden lanterns catch light
that pierces bare woods.
breeze-twisted leaves
catch the sunlight of an
Autumn afternoon.
light-fringed clouds
rob a stately palace
of its splendor.
once a day
light from the setting sun gleams
off the gold Buddha,
and shines through a window
across the boulevard.
Winter day:
bright sunlight at cloud's end --
glassy river.
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