Paintbrush branches

Happy fall! It’s my favorite time of year and in celebration of this glorious 5th day of the season (September 22 was the first day of fall 2012), here is a poem:

Wet Canvas
By Annette Marie Hyder

Brown, yellow, and gray
burnt toast and clay
are spattered thickly
on the drop-cloth forest floor.

The trees reach
paintbrush branches
towards the sky
scratching titanium streaks of clouds
onto the still wet canvas.

I want to touch it
mark myself indelibly
carry the leaves and the clouds
and the fresh tube of blue sky
away as part of me.