812. Untitled

[hes]

Based on the third triplet from rysler:
painted, sharp, and frame


Against the crisp blue
unmarred by the wisps of white
dragged out by the spring winds,
the early sun painted the sky
in bright oranges and reds,
as if the mantle of dull winter colours
had been finally shed
and life breathed anew in the world.

The cacophony of noise
is faint by grows sharper
with the approaching day --
heralding another leap of faith
into the unknown.

The night recedes
into the hazy memories
and dreams half-forgotten
as the day is framed
by the brilliant colours
of the morning.