
the light of the sun
cloaked by all shades of clouds
Truth won’t stay hidden

the light of the sun
cloaked by all shades of clouds
Truth won’t stay hidden
lines of red cedar
peeking above flood water
of overflow ponds
a stream of white lights
coming to vanishing point
where the red lights flow

cold rain pausing at the fence a rabbit

just wondering if
under the right conditions
we’d all have halos