Transparency I make you this gift with love, An expression of my spirit In clean strokes and bright colors. Seen for the composition it is, A road curves out to an edge of time, There is the burn of the setting sun And twisted brads in the foreground. Beneath these pigments an abstraction: Beheld in its deeper meaning, In the pure aspect of imagining, There is a muted evening looming In the ocher of orchards and autumn fields, And in the lambent flurry of leaves, You, intrinsic on the plane of desire.
