listen while you read
Rain falls
from the rim of cool stone
into the painted blue and
yellow tiled fountain,
its glassy tiles submerged
and luminous in the glow
of underwater light.
The freshening sound of
rain falling
from the rim of cool stone,
like pure spring drops
plinking into puddles.
The soothing sound of rain
falling from the rim of
cool stone, on a languid
blue night dreaming
with stars.
~ on the Mayan Coast ~
When and where have you been enchanted, or moved in some way, by any kind of natural light, sun, moon, star or candle-light, flowing, glinting, glimmering?
Pause often, at different moments, just to look around and observe what the light is up to, where and how it's moving or landing. Its clarity or opacity; its density; color, liquidity. And how it alters your awareness, or your senses...or sense of curiosity.
© Colin Goedecke, for The Poetisphere
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