A Sonnet

I’ve seen the sky a Maxfield-Parrish blue — 
that iridescent periwinkle glow;
and cirrus clouds, like brushstrokes, streaking through
the sky, as in a landscape by Van Gogh.

I’ve seen, on sunny Andrew-Wyeth days,
how sunbeams highlight every blade of grass;
and other times, the pointillistic haze
of rain — a scene which for Seurat would pass.

I’ve seen white waves leap landward from the sea
as in a woodblock from Hiroshige;
and storms that rage as though they’ve broken free
from Turner’s canvas, overtaking day.

That Art will mimic Nature’s true, in part…
but sometimes, maybe, Nature mimics Art.

© Lori A. Claxton 2017

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