there's fire in the sky
that burning star
is slowly sinking
different tones of red
light up the sky
challenge a painter
can you do like I do?

in V formation
chattering herons
make for home
where ever that is...

ho this afternoon sunsets
never the same
always beautiful
from this hillside home
sit and behold
the hand of the master

best be seepin'
before my cup chills o'er

Been awhile since I witnessed,
A beautiful sunset,
Where have the painters gone?
Use to be a time when one could find,
Splashes of paint on tree trunks,
Drips of colour on grass,
Depicting a presence.

Now, the rains have set in,
Dark clouds above,
Closing off any colour,
The morning now the same as the evening,
No more sunrise
No more sunset
A weak rainbow giving hope.

Sitting here longing for a brighter day,
Wishing this rains would stop,
Watching my flowers for new bloom,
Waiting for that change in season,
When I will find the painters,
Back here with their canvas and pastels.