THAT "DAPPLED" LIGHT OF MID-SUMMER

The table by my "writing window" 

      is draped with a cloth 

  covered with many shapes 

             of green leaves---

      and fruits of all kinds

like pears, apples, grapes, apricots,

      cherries, and even 

           little violet flowers...

In Mid-summer, Old Sol has escaped 

    the clutches of Capricorn

and roams north big time and rests

      a day over Cancer, before

heading back South...

That's when, over my left shoulder

      from the direction of 

"The Watermelon Mountains," 

      here on the 5600 feet high mesa---

the light comes pouring in my window

       every morn....thru the waxy bush

    just outside

which "dapples" it, 

       as it touches my writing place...

It is then the light reflects

      into my soul....and

illuminates

and I begin to write.

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MIL

2 AUGUST 17