about my favorite kind of light,
blueblue end-of-day sky,

wisp of cloud
paintbrushed in icing

slightly starboard
of tree tip, I admire

the sun on its longest day
starbursting

into a halo so perfect
it looks airbrushed—

which, whisked by wind,
it is.

Komorebi, the Japanese
call it—sunlight leaking

through leaves, beams
piercing shadowed

foliage like arrows on
this glittering solstice.

Call it summer, baby,
and oh, let it shine.