The atmosphere was the thinnest cheesecloth
filtering the light into a fine mist of gold
dust and the sky held dark, massive, aggressive
gray clouds with the whitest white billowing
clouds next to them as if they knew
alone their beauty and terrible majesty incomplete
but side-by-side a beauty and awe to be remembered.
There was a shimmering of houses, the woods,
the fields of corn with the green, now golden green,
swathes cut in-between. I thought how beauty and art
arises from the right combination of parts the heart
grasps immediately and thought again why we are given
such scenes if not to take them in and be moved by them,
to create in our lives such a beautiful, terrifying, seductive art
that can change everything.