Chiarascuro

Fading sun
cloud obscurred
soft pastel golden
layered light

Till the horizon each grass blade, each leaf,
sheds and weathered facades;
tussocks, rain pools, and rolling hills
catches this transfiguring light

My eyes drank
each fleeting vista
red earth, green leaves, slate clouds, blue gold sky
tinged with pink and purple

I wondered if this beauteous light
had transformed this beaten face;
and imagined my true love emerging
from this landscape smiling
at me to illuminate
my blue grey heart.

 


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