Poem – Hues

I love to watch the master at work in the sky.
She paints colors with light and the clouds that defy.
I marvel at how fast she paints when the winds take her brush.
And the sounds of the storm come at me like a symphony in a rush.

Do you stop and stare as the colors shape shadows and forms on the land?
Does it make you catch your breath and uncertain if you can stand?
Each morning as I awake, I look towards the ocean that is but a breath away.
I watch the marine layer like whipping cream trying to pray.

The light is a magnificent landscape with a palette of colors so divine.
That it can make every moment into a shrine.
Watch for the painter as she moves rapidly through the views.
And remember that you too are one of her hues.
~Suzanne Wagner~