I saw to capture the sky.
Effortless was light on my eyes.
Till brush met canvas and paint smattered.
Refusal spoke winds, clouds stuttered.
So I took my easel and colors aside.
Closed my eyes and tried to hide.
For night would fall and heavens slumber.
Snuck back out, clandestine plunder.
And by morning’s break, the masterpiece complete.
Gasped the sky, thought I had cheat.
but very difficult.