“Sunset in the Winter, A Coast of the Sea”, Arkhip Kuindzhi, 1890, oil on cardboard.
Sunset takes it starting place
on a white spring board cloud.
I watch it’s approach:
a hop, a skip, a light touch
over the hurdle,
smooth but forceful,
night’s takeoff.
The proper angle of darkness
will descend, but not until
amber arches extend
colors in full control –
a twister reaches its proper elevation
outperforming the scattered particles
with rhythmic technique,
falling gracefully
tucked with precise execution.
I watch for ripples in the blue sky,
but there are none.
Seven tens every time.
The day is done.
©2023 | K. Hartless
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