In a Bright Time by: Nicole Busch

In a Bright Time

By: Nicole Busch

In a bright, bright time, the eye can see,

The rays of the golden-yellow sun casting a shadow upon me;

The green of the mountain fresh pine,

I live between the blue lake waters and the green forest,

I live in the sanctuary city I call my home.

What’s this madness that we call summer,

No school, no worries, just the fire hot day.

My shadow pinned against a sweaty wall,

That place lay out in the sun like a basking girl —

Is it welcome in this world?

A night full of shinning stars, a halo of a moon,

Outside playing games in that warm, gentle breeze.

A dog goes sniffing for his well-buried bone,

A girl searches far and wide to discover herself –

The moon guiding her long, narrow path into the now dark night.