without shadows

imperfect like portrait hung crooked
sun spitting last glory
down
upon snowy rooftops

this gold fades
leaving behind shadows--
it's never without
shadows

the pinnacle of natural light

this, the beauty of clouds
slowed to the sound
of
contented hearts

familiarity with sorrow
only emblazons today's
victory upon the smiling
faces of travellers

wayfarers guided by
treelines and sunlight
finding home in
musty books
and coffee cups