A FLOW OF GOLDEN LIGHT
In soft and silent splendor
It spread itself across the land,
Beyond the stilled arms of the aged mill,
Unnoticed by the ewes who walked the farm.
It lay, a blanket dropped from heaven,
Gracing grass and field with its shining glow.
No human eye awake to see it there,
Its visit all unknown,
In the early hours of the coming dawn.
So often it is thus with beauty,
Oft too great for the human heart to bear,
And so it comes when no one is about,
Stretching briefly on the face of earth
With only grazing sheep to see,
Sheep, who do not care.
By Jo Anzalone 1-19-2007
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