Lights
By Cristel Hastings
I love lights that shine through rain,
Candle-glow through window-pane –
Stars that etch the silvered way,
Moonbeams playing on the hay!
I love lights that quiver through
Trees that are a shadowed blue –
Fireflies that seek the skies –
And the light deep in your eyes!
(1935)
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Beautiful imagery. I’m enjoying the poetry more and more. Thank you, Ardis.
Thanks for that, charlene — some of it is good, all of it is our heritage, and it’s rewarding to read it together.