the mysteries of morning
(according to monkshood)
paint by number and color coded
autumn’s billboard splashed
with spring’s discarded paintbox
david hockney meets matisse at eleven
and jackson pollock just keeps painting
brush tips touch sun lips
and time becomes golden
or
tomorrow
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September 23rd, 2014 at 9:08 am
you have many artists at work in your garden, and we have YOU to bring them all our way!
September 23rd, 2014 at 11:17 am
this is lovely!
September 23rd, 2014 at 4:37 pm
still its tender beauty
can be a wolf’s bane
September 23rd, 2014 at 5:26 pm
loveliness!
September 23rd, 2014 at 5:29 pm
Lovely, Kelly!
September 23rd, 2014 at 11:46 pm
oh love how you weave the painters in…and yeah…autumn has a beautiful and breath-taking palette…i love what she paints…i love…
September 24th, 2014 at 9:39 am
you know…i was admiring autumn this morning…and wrote a bit…and will have to share it later this week…