Sundays . . . Are for Poetry

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

Comments

[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.