To sit and look at light-filled leaves
May let us see, or seem to see,
Far backward as through clearer eyes
To what unsighted hope believes: . . .
Time when the Maker's radiant sight
Made radiant every thing He saw,
And every thing He saw was filled
With perfect joy and life and light
(Wendell Berry).
Photo: Golden Cottonwood leaves glow in last light, one day after the snow. Lory State Park, CO, November 2, 2011.
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