The clouds come rolling in
billows of white and gray smoke
warning the purple sun
of the impending darkness

The silver ladder whose peak
reaches the silver lining
is two tone now
and is liquid like the water nearby

The tall pines exude more
than their usual red and green-
purple becomes part of
their palette.

And then I look at myself
clad in white
a canvas on which
God’s majesty is displayed
my body an easel for the
sun and the clouds and the
water to make their mark

But the art is changing
constantly
a simulated interpretation of
life

The sun hits the horizon
and disappears
The ladder becomes a silhouette
I fade into it
with just my soul glowing
bright
with the painted canvas of life