Light, like gauze

Over skin, glazes

The forest floor

In mottled shadows.


As on other days,

One walks here

With a slow step

Along patterned trails.


What’s to discover

Depends upon the lens

One brings—The light

And the dark blend.


All paths converge

In each step’s shift.


(January 28, 2018)

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