Wednesday, April 13, 2016

Hills of Sable

Hills of sable
etched on fragile panes,
of glowing sky,
indigo fading fast
to black,

while on the edge of fire
incandescent embers
(cast off the sun,
gone to create 
new day)
hurry the wheeling world
through ancient paths.

But see how, 
newly awakened,
the cool lady ascends,
awash in reflected glory,
full and round, 
and lovely.

(22 Apr. 2012)