Dawn rises to a singed
orange horizon, her beauty
a prayer hung in the air.

The sleepy

A Painterly Evening.

Nature throws surprises still
in a riot of colour upon the hill

a dome

A sudden sun flare
on a wash-bowl of bubbles
heavenly colours
luminous transparency
of depth

The colour purple is more than shades
Of lilac or violet
It’s a field of flowers to stop by
To

Yet I learned to weave
The art room ringed with looms
Spotting others whose yarns
Stood out in