In Morning Light
Ah, but you do not understand
that I see you in the soft light
of late afternoon,
the light that softens each flaw
and leaves only the real truth,
the beauty that time or age or flaws
It is not a blindness,
I could do as so many others have done,
as you yourself have done
time and time again,
and shine the spotlight,
it's angry heat exposing every fissure
in your face and heart,
or make the choice,
as I have made,
the choice of what truth
is most real.
I see you.
The picture was taken near Rupert, VT, in the morning light a few weeks ago. You can click on it for a larger version.