Winter Light

Whatever is bubbling up in me
Giddy with contentment
anticipation
--if it's not the coffee I just drank--
must be in the air today.

Because
the dry leaves that fell
and were matted in damp piles
are dancing and cartwheeling
across the road
with unslacking energy.
Golden light
and long, swaying shadows
have painted the brown winter landscape.
Green privet boughs
are bouncing and glittering, silver.
And the bluest of blue skies
is visited by sailing clouds
glowing white
like angel fire
and just enough shadowy grey
to bring out their brilliance.

So many blues:
royal
azure
aquamarine
iris
caribbean
swimming pool

All of us bright
alive, awake,
telling the glory.
(Dec 13, 2015)