The morning light filters through the tree onto February snow
its warm peach glow catches my eye
before the sun fully reaches across the horizon
the frozen world sleeps
still
the light is fresh, new, reborn each day
like my grief for a thousand different things
the colors vary a little
depending on the season
at times it’s glowing yellow
then a soothing soft pink
other times it’s filtered and soft like the textured clouds
that cover my tears with rain
but cold winter sunlight is a favorite
because it gives me space to think
it contrasts so beautifully on the frigid ground
offering little warmth on its earthbound path
but sometimes enough to stir my heart
the sagacious bee 