Imaginary canvas

Outside my window,
the forest looks as canvas.
Infinite green tones,
wholly untouchable.
Birds swim through it,
the sun flames melting
this canvas, blending
the greens with the yellows.
Stars witness the miracle
of nature, in indifference.
When it rains, the trees
dissolve on this canvas.
Grey fog has arrived now,
a secret door, opening and closing.
Sinister clouds shape as angels
with wings, but these angels
live in terror.
In a sky that creates itself.
They all cry while swiveling
their heads.
They fly in a hurry,
as the thick fog approaches them.
Unidentifiable birds that violently,
scream a song that bleeds in red
immortality.
This canvas is here to stay,
it won't leave the hollow of my
skull.
My imagination, a colorful
spiral of thoughts.
© Virginia H. Guarddon, 18 days ago
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