The Joy of Light
We are all grass
Among many grasses
The lone portrait
Is a lie
We live
Among the thickets
Thriving
In the dust
Always at the ready
To fight or die
In darkness
Death keeps us still
In deep shadows
We grope
For knowledge
And assurance
When the light comes
We rejoice
The celebration
Of life
Of color
Of comforting revelation
Straight of of the camera photography – Botanicals – Mission Trails San Diego – Music “Touch the Stars” By me, poem, by me ©2018 Mark Steven Wade
Photographic Impressionistic Illusionistic 