Morning Sketch in Carcoal, a study. July 5th, 2011 by Terrence L Cope, click for larger image
breathe deep, the air holds many things,
and within its blue comes those with wings.
circle the osprey, the glide of a gull,
my mind oft'n wanders with their lofty call.
To touch the land,
To feel the sky
surreal in its frameing,
surreal in its frameing,
this melding of seasons,
inside abstractions,
inside abstractions,
inscribed on my soul
with the place of no naming
in a time with no passing
