In late afternoon, that quiet artist,
the sun,
pours her light at a slant
into my sunroom—
named for her, of course.
She brightens the window shades
to an eggshell white,
glows neon pink through the translucent
pads of the Christmas cactus,
sparks the tips of my cat’s fur,
gifting her with a silver halo.
Outdoors, she dapples the hackberry
with drifts of green,
lights the fiber between
thread-thin veins of fig leaves,
brightens the fountain of romaine leaves
growing in a raised bed,
edging them in white.
Across the deck, she throws shifting shadows,
creating an abstract of dark, thin stem lines,
grayed patches of leaf shade,
rounded shapes of poppy seed heads,
rippled forms of petunia, marigold, geranium.
I close my eyes and face her brilliance
as she eases lower in the sky.
Her parting kiss, warm and gentle,
paints a smooth, fire orange glow
on my closed eyelids.
The sun is wise.
She says, “Shine through where you can,
and where you can’t,
stun the world with the beauty
of the shadow.
-kh-
Nurture peace, cultivate kindness, and carry the calm.
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