The sky

The sky

Falls away

Clouds funnel down

Framing the window

Jagged fingers

Stained red

Point out the errors

Of perception

Powdery runnels

Dusty glass marked

Dry from lack of rain

And professional cleaning

Polished pebbles in a rill

A dry gulch

Dangerous underfoot

Sitting on the edge of the world

Hose pipe bans

Are coming

Summer days

Fade into hot nights

Hung as a painting

The image may lack depth

Of imagination

If viewed literally

Beauty can be

Under appreciated

When it is a

Portrait of mundanity

Everyday is unique

Even if

Nothing happens

The mystery of life

Is a surprise

To behold

There is wonder

In dry bones

Weathered corners

Rhubarb and tinder sticks

Should we choose to see it.