THE PAINTER'S LIGHT

Dawn just strolled in
with dull, lazy steps -
She kisses the pine trees and others,
the needle bunches leaves...
gladdened swirling in thanks.

Her crimson light showers
from the East where she folds
in orbital ceremony of daily runs
setting the earth ablaze with fun -
dirges as in sweet and pains...

The scene so intricately invoke
the painter's light that marvels
the ink that only try a biography
of nature as she awes those -
who adore and worship her free gifts.

Enthralled, subdued, the pen lacks -
adjectival verbosity to paint well
for while trying, ends up to deface.
Trying is not suicidal, so we try and try
to capture with painter's light - Nature! © 10/2021