Light plays
through the branches,
and try as I might
I cannot
capture her fullness.
Nor can I capture the
depths of shadow that
offer a foil to her brilliance…
…I am only looking through a glass
darkly, and it haunts my abilities to see,
to capture to describe, and
my desire
to share this life is only
partially fulfilled….
…but I offer what I can,
this light,
this shadow,
this picture, and
through them a taste
of true heights ,
and depths,
and life
to come...
This is my offering to Christine's poetry party over at Abbey of the Arts
