Ekphrastic Sonnet For Salvador Dali

The wind has bloody, long claws that scratch the sensitive skin of the leaves. They bleed within. The nature is wrapped in shawls of fear. Slipping, shimmering, strong rays break the cuticle of the horizon. The ring of the sun sends its miracle in the clouds to make the lights dim. They cannot climb up the hill of dreams, nor can the sun's limb light the fields when the day's thrill is gone. The new dawn wave brings hues for the Dali's paintings. A reclined shape is the sky~ a unique eye for the dye. The water seeps through cracked stones washing fossilized old bones. The wind has bloody, long claws. The nature is wrapped in shawls. Strong rays break the cuticle. The sun shows his miracle. He kisses the nature's skin, The green slowly dies within. Poem by Marieta Maglas