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