The horizon is a dismal gray
air polluted with the finest
of ashy particles
blown by the wind
many thousands of miles
from fires on the coast
announcing the arrival
of fire season
momentarily I make a note
as I sit in a friend’s garden
with paints & brushes
ready to create color
my eye is drawn to weathered
metal sculptures that eventually
might appear to fade
into such a sky as now
but when my canvas is complete
it will portray a creature
that can blend & disappear
if it chooses to engage
in such transformative
ventures
but within my brush strokes
I color him brilliant
erasing years of rust
& faded paint
he makes me smile inside & out
so I temporarily forget
the horizon before me
for the air will again clear
& I will move forward
once more
© September 2020 Renee Espriu
The Art Below Is My Own
