The Light Reaches

Sunlight beaming like a beacon

through the trees

has always drawn me in,

called to me


in a way that seems

personal, heavenly signals

meant to distract

me from my mind’s wayward bustle,


and I fall still


while my legs keep propelling me back toward

my temporary dwelling,


but those beacons

do not cast shadows upon

my appreciation of the way

the rising light climbs up the treetops,


golden-washing creation,

the branches and beings,

each day baptized, bathed

in holy rays that seep


into the leaves and



Poem and images ©LauraDenise

11/07/19 0703

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