these days obsessed by light

the possibility to leverage is uncertain  all the beautiful dawns
the days in this sun  remember
the lights cast  this image just right

these days of air  lit up
the brightness  itself a very thing
the golden ripeness  the wide expanse of time  the purity of pleasure

these days the hard outline  softens
the shovels extended reach into
this pile of soil warm between toes silted steps

the tangled roots shaken loose
the planted seeds woken to
the colors of youth in its gleam

the sprinkler rainbow arches asking
this light to dance
these days remember there now gifts

the sights arrival takes nothing that’s not duly given