The quality of yellow light is beautiful
in the mid-afternoon. She is in the garden
of my mind, she is rising like the sudden
Sun and obliterating moons. I smell the foul
mud from near the bayou, my trodden soul
is no place for grass. The sky beings to redden
as the dawn comes, the beloved is a burden
of weather over land, she is the all-powerful
giver of color. From violets, greens and blues
the day is born, the hours reveal the art
of heaven. I can't imagine anything greater
than this brilliant light that's beyond value
and envelops everything. Lover, we part
but are joined again by the reflecting water.
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