Thursday, March 10, 2011

Sunset and Senses

Oil on Linen

The second in the poetry/painting series.

Sunset and Senses

Suspended between dusk and dark, clouds of blue-
steel and cotton cool the day. A sunset simmers
and lingers on a tongue of land. More liquid than

substance, it melts like butter and is swallowed by
the horizon. Between the smell of marsh air and
the musky croak of frogs, a sense of uncommon.