Impressions of Cezanne

Written by: Robert Ludden

The light's remembering
is just reflection of its boistrous birth--
each pastel plain laid down recalls 
an echo moment and a liquid sun
at play, for with his brush
he sculpts the earth anew
and sets the theme's array. 

His view is of the time,
the friends, the gardens
in their softness taking memory
as dialogue within the mind,
creating that which may
not fade away.

Each yesterday returns
to lay its twilight down again
and on the soundless streets of town
in endless signature 
the purple rain is falling.
         ~