The Warmth of Light

by Sherri Steiner

Had I but known how soon the light would shift
I might have lain there longer in its rest.
How warm the breath, how loving was the gaze
that fell across me as I lay asleep.
Yet I awoke, arose, and later still
when I returned to seek its comfort there,
the light had shifted from this patterned place
and fell upon another, one more fair,
perhaps a place more fitted for the sun—
and here I hold the warmth light leaves behind.

Taught by country life and students, Sherri is learning to love both the dramatic and the mundane.

Photography by Kenneth Godoy