[Image from sundtrak.com]
[Inspired by The Staves’ “Winter Trees”:]
A shaft of light, she thought,
needs not the substance of dust
to seem full, filled with promise.
Running her pale hand in and out
of the illuminating beam, her skin
shone, glittered, gleamed – she couldn’t
quite find the right word.
No mere vitamin D this spectacle
nourishment, anyhow; deeper, to the heart,
if not the soul. How long she’d sat there
she didn’t know, didn’t care. Maybe
she should get some air, reveal further skin
to this rare sun visiting the sky, so blue
and chill. A grab at a scarf, the slam
of a door, and she was running like a child
out into the wintry world. Naked
hands and naked face, she smiled
with an abandon she’d not felt since…
Anyway, for long enough. Eyes closed,
she tilted back her head and basked
in the healing power of the sun.
[Copyright © N R Nolan 2016]