In the following poem, poet Ed Davis captures the magic of light as it moves through dusk.

Time of the Light

You’ve got to be ready for it:
that tiny crack between
dusk and night when,
for several moments,
all goes golden
as the sky meets horizon,
the invisible goes
luminous and earthly
ghosts go to ground and
energy rises to meet them.
Glimpsed with friends
who taught me to see,
I’ve never forgotten how.
Deep in Ohio glen,
hiking rocky hillside,
or following the creek,
I’ll see things start their gleam,
then I’ll wait and watch.
Branches become burnished
like heartwood afire,
stones shimmer,
water flames and I’m a man
caught in the middle
of his life again,
agape at the gods.
–Ed Davis

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