A cold clear sky. Denuded boughs and twigs self-etch in bark across the silkweave sheen of the horizon. A bird cuts through the silence with the sound waves of its wings. Damask pale or wrought iron flit of dark. They work in different media these avian creatures unlike their arboreal counterparts adhering to more traditional art.

build up
the crack between
two-layered cloud

Diana Webb

note: title extracted from Shakespeare sonnet 15