#perfect light

“Beauty is the only thing that time cannot harm. Philosophies fall away like sand, creeds follow one another, but what is beautiful is a joy for all seasons, a possession for all eternity.” ~ Oscar Wilde

Winter Afternoon, late December

The grey lid has been lifted off the day. Sun spills everywhere -- — on snow, on house, on me at the window. No wind in the willow,

no birds in bare branches, no sadness in the absence.

Only the shine, instead, the spin and dalliance

of every amazing particular thing