Chasing Light
It was there quietly waiting for me, touching the edges of everything.
The light moved ahead of me,
slipping through branches,
gold against the leaves,
a stillness within.
I followed.
And somewhere between shadow and shimmer,
the path opened.
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I hope my words honor the time you give them. Until our paths cross again.
Claudine
Hope transcends everything. Such a calming poem.
I appreciate the feeling this gave me. As spring comes, I look forward to being on trails regularly and seeing more greens and gold, less brown and white. Refreshing!