this morning air
draws across the fresh canvas
of my newly awakened soul
with pastel green creating grass
anything can happen now
and I could even fly
broad brisk strokes of charcoal
against the empty sky
spilling golden from
the smile of a child
now the sunshine rules
the heaven-space
all cannot be bright
but pain has a beauty of its own
bumps and bruises
dot watercolor flowers
among the weedy meadow
and another day goes by
perfectly imperfect and wonderful
Great photo Toni…and I really love the tone and flow of the poem…so beautiful to read.
Thanks 🙂
nice poem
incredible photo
thanks for sharing
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