The sky was the back of a sheep,
a burning pink fleece
the sun ignited. By chance
or invocation I saw what didn’t
last too long – now the clouds
are grey-blue-white with
the baby blue sky behind. In
that moment the dawn did what
all art does – it made me stop,
take in, consider what is beyond
words but not experience, not
beyond feeling. That beauty
Nature possesses, gives we translate
into grace by the way we see ourselves,
treat others. Like all art
it made room for another moment
even as the memory etched onto
my heart mixing now and forever.
-Byron Hoot
-hootnnhowlpoetry.cOm."
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