It is a bleak winter day and I am longing for a warm, golden sunset…
…light from the setting sun
paused among the filigree of branches.
Caught in a wavelength between crimson and gold,
the branches seemed to explode in firelight.
As this fluorescent miracle spread through the stand,
trees rustled ablaze, birds flitted in and out,
amber bees circled their hive.
When the sun passed behind purple clouds,
the light cooled to a violet-golden glow.
There is light enough for joy in this world.