“I always think that the best way to know God is to love many things.” ~ Vincent van Gogh

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Last Light

In the last of the afternoon light
the sun appears, suddenly and quietly,
to light up the windless trees.
The palms in the neighbour's yard
form elegant fans. A cloud sails past
like a boat on blue water.
Then a plane goes over, noisy,
and the dusk settles down.

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