Sweet summer evening, after rain.

Sweet summer evening, after rain.

When the light is just right. 

    Soft, with scattered spots of fire

         in raindrops left behind.

And there’s that golden glow

     that burns along the edges of the leaves.

Each leaf, it seems, would be consumed,

         but is instead transformed

               into transparent living gems.

The light so bright in shifting spaces, 

      pure white

           between the shadows and the green,

and shafts shine down 

     on laughing children on the grass.

Life itself slows down so we can catch a glimpse of glory,

   and feel the gentle ache between each heart beat.

A homesickness for promised times we’ve yet to know.

The birds, so bold at other times

      are calling softly, shyly

              in the quiet of the almost night.

      Perhaps they feel it, too.

An eagerness to look ahead, into the glow.

                                     ~Sara~