Hewn of Grace


The clouds are forming again
columns of coral pink
symbols, the air
as water where rain
becomes willful
potential to a pale
windham white
and creases the sage
of your eyes in earthly blue
– just for me –
this visual poetry
of fire, like these clouds,
air (the water tomes)
hewn of grace
and the grace of you.

© K. James Ribble

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