I am caught in the colours of the day
as clouds wander the Australian sky;
sheep, heavy with wool,
unshorn and unkept
in their field of blue.

light dances across the trees
a khaki stage
dressed with shadows and sun.
and the hills weave,
rising and falling
above a waterway
restlessly painting,
in reflection and ripple.

my space fills with the songs of the sun
as she rises and falls
the land glowing beyond the window.
life reaches upwards
straining to lift limbs
higher and higher
cheekily playing with neighbours,
sighing, singing, swaying
free.

but, I must put away my words ,
stiffened brushes,
brittle with colour,
discarded, dry.
the sun has caught the rain
and together they hover,
an angel, an apparition,
I am overwhelmingly graced
and, ceasing to be an artist,
I become
humbled
and
childlike
and
silent