Little Miracles

I have been lured

Out into the day.

I have been led

To wander.

And whether nearby,

Or far away,

I have looked into the light,

And I have turned and looked away.

There have been

Rare moments

Of uncommon illumination.

Little miracles,

I call them.

They occurred

Most often

Just where I was standing,

Just where,

By time and chance,

I happened to be.

When least expecting a revelation,

I would find one.

The wonder of light

Transforming

The ordinary

Into objects

Of exceptional beauty.

Yellow leaf among the rocks at Lucerne Landing.

Sunrise as seen from "the second level."

Moving ribbons of light reflected on the side of the Lady of the Lake.

Rocks, clear water, floating leaves and a reflection of trees.

Reflections of light on the rippled surface of Lake Chelan.

Bosc pear and chair at the window.

Light on the rocks at water's edge - Refrigerator Harbor.

Window box of nasturtiums in morning light.

Snow on a length of chain.

Rope on the pilings of the dock at Lucerne.

The wake of the Lady of the Lake on Lake Chelan.

Mariel's cup.

Icicles from the roof overhang outside the window of my room.

Rain on a windowpane.

Offerings left at the center of the labyrinth.