It was one of those crisp mornings made all the more brilliant by two preceding days of dulling weather
A gray mass of lusterless clouds heaved across the horizon
The rising easterly sun was boundless, only held in check by a pale blue rim.
Wreath-like clouds paved against the northerly sky beyond the plateau.
Above the sea an aggregate cloud bank reinforced itself like so many charioteers gathered at the gate
before the chase.
A lone patrol boat skimmed the sea surface and vanished
Hidden beyond northern hilly folds.
Shadowy drapes like a loose-fitted feminine bodice,
A darkly hued velvety pattern overtakes the pine copse
That bristles along its southerly slopes.
On the southeast flank of the Hanita hillside,
Patches of prissy evergreens like baptismal supplicants stand illumined
in the glory of the sun's peripatetic run.
Eilon, November 8, 2006 Barry Steinberg