He comes in the dark night

Before the morning light.

Gray is the color of his huge eyes.

He can see as far as the crow flies.

A gorgeous creature of the night.

Much too scary upon first sight.

As I courageously draw near.

He backs away to disappear.



Coyote(Canis latrans), Nevada. [2048×1931]



Brush strokes of blue and gray

to fill in the puffy clouds.

Crayon swipes of teal and aquamarine

to meet at the neverending horizon.

Each wave swell of the purest white

to rise from the depths of dark blue.

My fingers reach for the canvas.

My eyes travel to the brushes.

I shake my head.

No painting is needed.

No copy to diminish the essence 

of a perfect summer day at the shore.