I saw a green flash at sunset,
as the sun knelt down and hid it’s head behind the horizon wall..
it leapt towards me, this bold display – and touched my cheek..
a gentle brush.. as I would have imagined the sun’s breath to have felt,
as it stretched forward, and heaved it’s final sigh for a day, spent so long…
And as the twilight artist glanced his brush furiously against the dwindling sky –
and lit the sky on fire – with these, his most brilliant hues..
In that moment, I realized I had been watching a miracle ~
of a skilled master baring his soul for all to *see* –
in these, the most glorious of things, that surround us in each and every way.
– Copyright 2012, Tara Lemieux
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