Raising the Blinds

A morn's sun raised the blinds As sunlight pinked the clouds Its colors fell across My lap, tinting my words Sublime, pen and ink tried To contain sentiment As they spilled blue The blinds dissipate As words release truth High the sun rises Its light controls pen Slower the pen Then pauses, waits As the day wears Colors painted Artist tool A palette As sun sets Blinds close Darkness Shades Inspired by a stanza written by Robert Frost: The Death Of The Hired Man "Part of a moon was falling down the west, Dragging the whole sky with it to the hills. Its light pored softly in her lap. She saw it And spread her apron to it. She put out her hand" Just part of it ...What struck me was "moon was falling down the west"