So Much Depends On…

So much depends on
Radiant colors splayed across the sunset sky
Burnt orange, fuschia, magenta
Or delicate pink tinged with lavender hints
Or the sky aglow with myriad, soft hues of secret blues
That whisper in the deepening dusk
Of eternity.
Our souls answer the call
For a moment
And truth wells up.
We feel,
As in that first garden morning
Our connection to divinity.
These rare crystal pockets
Write themselves on our hearts.
Small, necessary pebbles of hope
Guidance through many
Dark, weary nights of the soul.
For those brief heartbeats,
We shed our adult skins
Remember childlike wonder
When the world was still so
Glistening and new
Every day beckoning
With it’s alluring fingers,
“Come, discover wonders and mysteries
drink deeply of this infinite beauty,
child of nature and heaven.”

The beauty of The Artist’s paintbrush,
Gone wild on the canvas of the sky,
A sumptuous backdrop to the
familiar, western silhouettes
of mountains and pine.
Feeding souls starving
from city habits and complacency.

I live for these moments.
So much depends on them.

-Christina R. Witkowski