Readying to settle into a book,
First, I set my eyes on the canvas of the day.
I perch my chin in my hands and look—another glorious page
from Nature's sketch book, cross hatchings
fine as feathers across the page
forming into bursting rays of light that reach up to its
suspending themselves on the length of the breeze;
they glide into the small force of gravity.
It's the ocean out there in that splendid sky of blue silk
and white linen wrapped in tinkling bells chiming in the
of winds and the copper glint of light as it bounces
from the wings of the largest dragonfly. He gracefully
makes his way across this most wonderful and natural work of art.