Approachable Divinity

Amazing how the soft reflection

of colors on the waxed wood floor

from the bright blazing strand

of LED lights encircling the spruce

creates a universe beneath my feet

tiny worlds warmer than their source

I admire the beauty not as a facsimile

but for its own unique wonder

like orange orbs of street lamps cast

across the black waters of the Saugatuck

or the sweet silvery moon above

all the more lovely because it is not sun

and I may gaze on it as long as I like

In the same way I rejoice
to look upon your face

faithfully refracting the light of love

tempering that blinding source of all life

into a flash of approachable divinity

In praise of fog

Weightless drops delight in their ethereal state

dancing they swirl past the porch light

floating free instead of dripping down

a breath scatters the damp flecks of cloud

and passing headlights make a shadowbox

illuminating the yard as the house floats

above ground and under water

oh how the brume on a warm winter night

can turn a somnolent New England town

into a mighty and mysterious Atlantis

explorers need only step out onto the stoop

to watch the watery world drift by

Noel from the New Haven Line

A flurry of glittering white lights

frost the many Main Streets

with candy cane street lamps

and Christmas trees in bars

making the neon beer signs

seem somehow festive

while the tree branches wrapped

in glowing orbs wink cheerfully

at the weary commuters

"you're almost home now"

as twinkling blue waves

adorn rambling fences

and electric icicles dangle

from sternly pitched eves

like so many alpine peaks

creating a holiday tapestry

so alive and bright with joy

that even the jealous moon approves