It is on a dawn such as this that I wish
I could paint, not with words but with
bold brushstrokes of cherried-violet along
the steely underside of a stormcloud puffed
with the promise of rain later today
How to capture on canvas the first golden
streams of sunrise issued through bough of
juniper laden with pewter-blue berries or the
way the rays set fire the stippled surface of
the pond as red-breasted robins vie for the
best stone on which to set about their
morning ablutions