The world announces itself
rambunctiously exposed
above the candlefall larch
in the cracked granite
where the golden eagle
nests, laying her eggs
where the nimble Ibex
precariously balances
where boys in pubescent ritual
stand dry-lipped chapped of skin
and the simple stubborn shine
of the sun presses through leaves.
The tender light filtering through the trees, how beautifully you expressed it. <3