The Light

The desert at sunset, comes alive in the dying light The cool quickening breezes, glimmering in light White sand beach, the foaming surf effervesces Dark caves under waves—edges churning light A morning sunbeam illuminating a moss bed For only a moment—a spark of green light Windswept fields of delicate golden dried stalks How far you waved to reach this softness of light The amber glow in a dying flame Shifting the shadows of firelight I Belden, walk in the pines every evening For the orange display and to say—ah the light