The shifting marks
The lights, the darks
Enter the air, cumulus voluminous.
The refracted arc
Water drop's spark
No real location, fragile coloration.
The time-angle perfect, for red and azure's trick,
Ground and sky interface, sharing in light's grace.
Delineated, undersides shaded
Rolling on now, wind current aided.
The storm? Over.
Sun's new disclosure.
J0hn Hunter Speier
Recent work, and explorations of techniques, aesthetics and poetics.