Tempur-pedic snow today
Holding me up
As
The Irish wind
pushes from behind
As if to say-
Go on
KEEP up Child!
But I am staying true to form,
STOPPING
at this
Head tilting sky,
With
Dusk coming in-
Hot with
dusty powder
Pink,
Striating hills of
Softness–
Banking two perfect white curls of clouds-
A landscape artist with a flair for the dramatic-
Pushes a
A mid size jet that dips
‘hello’
Above the inked black
Treeline.
All I needed though,
Was the calligraphy
Of Rabbit feet
And Raccoon
Paws-
Pressed just
AS audaciously
As any handprints made-
By who knows who
In a Paris cave
Of long Ago,