Light came again this morning
It whispered through the windowshades
And gave form to the old chest and the new chair
Moments later it wrote again the titles on the books
Now it fills the rooms of houses
Where men and women face each other
And begin the day’s work
It floods the schoolrooms, too
And children write and paint with it.
Outside, it raises the grass
And draws the buds from the tips of branches
And flashes on the river and creek
Where flies hatch and trout rise to gulp them.