NATURE’s BLOOM

Sunlight seeping through my sash windows, so bright,   A silver whisper, anemones in oak’s light. Piscine fins capture daylight's faint gleam,    Cormorants align, a verdant, vibrant dream. Lustrous ebony wings dessicate, eyes so keen,   A metaphorical dusk, where crimson hues convene. Nature’s prose, the palette finds its way,    Desultory strokes where colours gently play. A painting unfolds, a metaphor for change we see,    Mixing up hues freely, a painter’s ecstasy. Art, a transcendence boundless and swift,  As shadows lengthen, a masterpiece adrift.