Looking out of a kitchen window for a moment.
|The dusk grey sky is on the move
-this dusty yellow night
the clouds, are departing
Trees of arms stretched. Splintered
fingers reaching, unable
to make a difference
clouds pass every day
This night is different.
Natures animation; a jiggardly fro
with its rick rack veins spreading
The paper cut, black silhouettes
of trees, move in unison
-a declaration of chaotic harmony
The silent motion
seen through a glass square eye
is quiet, calm
and almost welcome...