poetic landscape

Incapable of being here
in this glorious light
called Love
called Life, ever
pouring purity and always
being all possible being,
shadows cannot
find a resting place,
gain a foothold,
enter,
be.

—Bettie Gray

Several times,
I've seen snow fall from a clear sky;
moisture in the air, suddenly colder,
freezes to beautiful crystals and drifts down.

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