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 Forest Light

A poem by Sarah White

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Photo © Sarah White 2008

Thin silken light

falling through leaves like cobweb strands

Sharp piercing light

slicing the gloom onto bracken fronds

Soft blanket light

bathes slumbering grassy glade

where butterfly on last of season flight

disturbs the spot where dreams were made

Clear reflected light

turn trees topsy-turvy in woodland pond and puddles

Delicate dappled light

from birch and hornbeam canopy

makes mosaics on fallen leaves and footstep muddles

Welcome diffused light

invades dark corridors of still dense foliage.

Warm soothing light

draws sensuous scent from poplar grove,

a subtle perfume in any age.

Opaque watery light

of foggy noon and dripping, dewy dawn

Golden glowing light

gleaming on egg yolk yellow field maple and rusty hawthorn

Bright white light,

full frontal,

low level,

dazzling,

blinding.

October sun, it’s magic.

  © Sarah White 2008.