Skyscape

I am an artist, I can't resist the sight of the sun
beginning its ceremonious descent into blanket earth
while trees at a distance - like tendrils of the most delicate
of ferns, reach out to caress heaven,
and the painful brightness
silver draped in blue and grey
skyscape where heroes rise and fall
where battles are fought,
where peace struggles to reign,
where love gropes for triumph,
where imagination runs wild
breaking through twigs and shrubs,
breaking through grey blue forests.
It is painfully beautiful to behold -
skyscape, as the sun begins its descent into blanket earth.

May 11, 2003