Radiance series, Autumn 2018



A golden dust on eyelashes so fine

while woodmotes float in endless amity,

and feathered shards of ash begin to shine

for now, when all is right as all should be.

If only time could pause, protect and still

this momentary equilibrium;

suspended high, invincible, until

a hesitation out of nowhere comes.

Just traces now of music surfacing,

that lessening, the loosening, as sun

appears and even trees begin to sing.

Then radiance from air is somehow spun.

If energy like this could be unfurled,

these fleeting moments might restore our world.