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Colour Wash
I am not at all certain where this poem came from, as I have said before though, I do not argue - I just write them down.
Colour Wash - 19 Apr 10
Painted afternoons
With a brush of flower
From a splash of light
Stolen from the sun
Fire colours washed
Across the land
Warming against the wind
That offers pale water
Blue and grey
To counterpoint
Hints of afternoon colour...
life is our canvas
ReplyDeleteour words the brush
our energy the paint
I love the little flower
I see her dipping into the sun
and twirling around
giggling with glee
and the magnificent wonders
she leaves in the sky