Sunday, July 3, 2011

A Poem about a Landscape

And then the sun began to steal into the sky

pushing the moon to the other side,

blinding the dark so the stars were lost,

coloring the clouds with yellows and reds

splashing momentary paint on them which always wore away much too quickly.


How was is that she could do that to the water below-

coaxing it to sing with sparkle so that shine itself

flipped and danced and hovered the way it did


What made her so beautiful that each green

on the earth climbed up towards her wishing only to reach her radiant being.


She colored the world everyday

Bringing the contours of the mountains and the lake and the city

into hues of sweet color,

So that life

could be lived just as the last and the next and the one after.

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