A strip of loose birch bark
is catching the morning rays
A glowing lantern
high up in the tree
slowly diminishing in light
Only for a few moments
it held it’s rosy gold
The sunlight plays
through the forest
Who will I catch to
hold my light
Once caught
we hold the memory
and will never be the same
© 2014 Julie Clark
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