Light

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

Stepping
from flat Texas
with wind-driven snow
into New Mexico
surprised us.

Suddenly
the earth changed plans
and rocked us
with red-browns and pinion greens,
flooding the cornea
of our eyes
with brightness.

Kneeling before us
you appeared.

We ran to embrace
your holy prostration.

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Filed under Ethel Mortenson Davis, poems, Poetry

2 responses to “Light

  1. That’s beautiful Ethel.

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