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Sundays . . . Are for Poetry

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Watercoloring

The sky began to tilt,
a shift of light toward the higher clouds,
so I seized my brush
and dipped my little cup in the stream,

but once I streaked the paper gray
with a hint of green,
water began to slide down the page,
rivulets looking for a river.

And again, I was too late --
then the sky made another turn,
this time as if to face a mirror
held in the outstretched arm of a god.

--Billy Collins, Aimless Love

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Patty

Lovely. Have a wonderful day Kym.

Bonny

Perfect photo and poem pairing!

Carole

The sky changes so fast sometimes that it's best to slow down and watch it rather than try to capture it. Happy Sunday!

margene

Billy Collins always knows how to nail it.

Marilyn

Very true. Sunsets change so fast there is almost no way to catch them...even with a camera...best to catch them in your mind...

claudia

That is a lovely picture.

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