God’s painted masterpiece of ever-shifting colors and clouds is splattered across the sky,
And an equally brilliant work of ark reflects below,
One on top of the other, mixing until inextricably bound up in a dance,
Which the grasses tall and thin in the meadow join in
To the sound of hidden cicadas
And the wind rustling the red-tinged green leaves in a circular ballet,
All to the music of nature in each unfolding moment,
Captured in a memory but passing on to time’s demand,
Precious that it is in its fleeting.
08/26/14
