—on a photo from a friend
I see this as my singular bow,
this light-dyed arc
above my personal falls,
this tenuous spectral gift
sprung over the last day of the year
above my old familiar stream
with its snow-capped rocks,
its almost-frozen shooting flume,
its still, reflecting pool, its single pine,
its sun-burst steely clouds
held each to each without a seam,
these timeless naked trees of mine
reaching for spring to come
and me on knees
grateful for what this unexpected
prismed light has done
Jim Culleny
12/31/16
Photo by Martin Yaffee
Blink 