|I discovered this wonderful poem about light. So looking forward to December 22 when the days start becoming longer.
The Coming of Light
|by Mark Strand|
Even this late it happens: the coming of love, the coming of light. You wake and the candles are lit as if by themselves, stars gather, dreams pour into your pillows, sending up warm bouquets of air. Even this late the bones of the body shine and tomorrow's dust flares into breath.
Poetry Friday is at The Miss Rumphius Effect. Thank you, Tricia.