A Language Lights
A Poem
A Language Lights On the corner of Kott and New the yard is hedged like Eden Saints of stone stand guard, robed with lichen and shade Depending on the side of the street, light’s slant, the scent that infiltrates air, A frost-stung gust captures breath, bathes stone faces in sheen And shadow extends from wings of home to a flagstone walk Where ingress appears if we’re near enough To see the path, which was there, all along. Then all the in and out is caught and spelled in new alphabet.


“To see the path, which was there, all along.” Love this, Joy!
Truly beautiful and lovely musicality, Joy