By Carole Giangrande

 

Searching for something ineffable:
bright feathered sky, cerulean softness,
flash of yellow, iridescent gold,
flutter of leaves, tiny creature’s rustling
of leaf and branch. Catch its glint, and then
it’s gone. The eye haunted with colour.

Sad, exquisite morning.

Glimpse of heaven. Call it
what it is.