WINTER LIGHT
Sharp, clear, crystalline,
a retina-burning light.
Invite it to toast your body.
Or dull, muted, gray,
obscured by thick clouds and
absorbed by snow,
a light that leaves you no trace.
My winter light hangs
low in the sky,
short days, long
nights.
Do you believe spring will arrive, and,
with spring, a new light?
photos by skip schiel & teeksa photography