Artistry

[arontius]

.....This evening has certainly seen more than enough excitement. So much so I think I'll go to bed early.

.....This sonnet has been something growing on the margins of note-pages for a couple of weeks now. It's going here before I lose it by accident in a clean-up operation.

With seeking eyes of soaring raptor keen,
She sweeps the field collecting all within.
And casts them on her stage for roles to glean,
As guide for brush held journeying therein.

The canvas is a waiting fertile ground.
The soil is tilled and planted from her hand.
That summons forth creation to be crowned,
And witness ripening fruit from the land.

A soul begins emerging with deep sigh,
To reach with grasping hand those who draw near.
And speak to captives with excited cry,
Crescendos of voice hold communion dear.

New friendships forged from drawn lines jubilant.
As hues and spirit dance in merriment.

.....Aaron / Arontius.