Fleeting Light - S. Carey

Golden hills

You live below

That bridge is everlasting

Bold and bright

You blazed the night

That trail is never fading

Not without the fleeting light

Range of Light

Adorned in white

In fields, first dawn is yawning

Not without that fleeting light

The future

Unfolding

The fall light

Instilling

Hot granite

Climbed Half Dome

The tan lines

In sun-chrome

And westward

Found tea pool

And beach walks

With Tiny

The steeple

The belfry

Surpassing

The old scenes

Come chanting

The chorus

And cliff side

We’ll shore up

Small winged

The big trees

Wawona

You miss me

The future

Unfolding

The fall light

Instilling

Hot granite

Climbed Half Dome

The tan lines

In sun-chrome