Monday, 19 April 2010

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...


1 comment:

  1. life is our canvas
    our 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

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