evening sun by jane kenyon
Why does this light force me back to my childhood? I wore a yellow summer dress, and the skirt made a perfect circle. Turning and turning until it flared to the limit was irresistible . . . . The grass and trees, my outstretched arms, and the skirt whirled in the ochre light of an early June evening. And I knew then that I would have to live, and go on living: what a sorrow it was; and still what sorrow ignites but does not consume my heart.
(image by me...i am in awe of how beautiful the dogwood trees look this spring!//poem source)