(© 2005)
You artist; you tremendous orb of fire setting,
Paint irradiated ribbons of summer across the sky in meandering vaporous rivers
Till in a stroke
Evening explodes from your burning brushes and rushes upon a fiery canvas for a moment,
Then fleeting to a velvet night succeeding behind you,
Whereupon Nox repaints your canvas for the wonderment of astronomers searching the heavens,
Till you return to dazzle us with morning glory explosion,
Created by those burning brushes I love.
