Solstice
Sun stretches
I pick black raspberries
and wander through the yard
wind blows hilltops
trees dance
I pause to watch clouds crack open
letting light escape in broken angles
right at the edge of dark.
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I love “letting light escape in broken angles/right at the edge of dark.” I can see it.
Beautiful description! I think we were eating black raspberries in tandem yesterday!
Beautiful!