Summer’s easel

Get outside and canvas for the summer solstice…

The ancient eavesdropper

Rough impasto skies hang heavy

dressed in light colors of red, orange and golden ochre.

Gray clouds foreshadow the weather’s changing mood,

as warmer hues fade to blues, colors collide and neutralize.

Drops begin to paint, water brushes in the rainbow’s arc-shape,

its spectrum hangs forever framed as an atmospheric art force,

miles and miles high yet so close to the twinkle in my eye.

A clean wash revives the earthen glaze and spurs pigments to change.

The sun dries the storm’s canvas and spring sets into summer’s easel –

smooth white clouds scatter over fresh, glimmering canopies,

trees transpire and admire the view they were missing.

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About tyler4turtles

I am an avid photographer, poet, ecologist, bookworm, blogger, art enthusiast and runner who calls Montana home but lives in Oregon.
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