What light reveals

Yesterday the winter clouds parted briefly 

And a patch of sunlight fell just beyond 

The roof of my neighbor’s house, revealing 

This golden stand of windswept trees, 

So far away I’d never really noticed them before. 

With time, I’ve learned 

Each photograph’s a metaphor; 

Each with a story — or two, or three — to share, 

But this one I’m not sure I want to hear.

 I like the thought that there’s beauty everywhere, 

But I’m not sure how I feel about being reminded 

We mostly only notice it 

 When the brief light of fame 

Brings it to our attention: 

I’d like to think we’re more observant than that…