“Wild Horizon,” oil painting by Anna Patricia Keller
Inspired by “Wild Horizon,” oil painting by Anna Patricia Keller
There’s a rugged line in the west today,
a brown-black row of clouds that hovers,
curling into itself like waves
with white caps on a windy sea.
The horizon rises toward the north,
follows a choppy slope of land.
This turbulent sky churns with fate,
pulls itself over the pale and innocent earth.
Brush strokes slide down the
canvas of land, a hint
of late summer’s ochre
tucked away to the side.
We live this wild horizon –
it’s as familiar as the back of our hand,
a line that keeps us company as the days roll on.
Some afternoons, we ride this trail
into a storm of destruction.
but it also sends rain
for the crops
for the rivers
Past this reckless horizon,
beyond these painted-on clouds,
waits the welcome blue sky of home.
We linger on the front porch
and watch the afternoon turn into
evening, and evening turn into stars.
~ by Cheryl Unruh
I’m so honored, Cheryl. Your poem is exquisite… captures the feeling I was hoping for with my painting so perfectly!!
So beautiful. Such symmetry
So nice, both painting and poem!
Beautiful painting! And beautiful poem!
Lovely image and love word image as well. Thanks for sharing it, Cheryl.
I sure enjoyed your class, Roy – and learned a lot as well.