That Which Endures Poem by John F. McCullagh

The artist, with his canvas before him,
was upset with the uncertain light.
Glowering clouds cast their shadows
on the scene he'd attempt to impart.
The dust of an angry volcano
made splendid the end of this day.
Mere memory couldn't encompass
the sunset that before him lay.
He hurried to capture the moment
as the willful Sun dashed off t0 play.

The result was a chiaroscuro -
a shading of light into dark.
Though, sadly, his vision is failing,
what endures forever is art.