Approaching Storm

28" x 28"

oil on canvas

"Let me seize the air pulsing down these hills,

kissed by a moment's cold frolic,

thoughtless of the strangling calendar.

Let my feet swirl freely among the blonde tangle-grass,

my head planted among intemperate clouds,

at one with my precious delerium.

Nothing lives as sweet as these hours poured out upon the land,

standing at the edge of mystery while boldly greeting the day

with my imperfection, held out as an offering.

I am never far from these fields,

held as they are in my deepest times.

Their wind-sounds find me in the night,

slant light running loose

among shadows in my eyes."