I paint in hues of wedgwood dust
On a canvas of sandy beaches
Freshly packed by gentle waves
Under sunlit skies of gold and tangerine.
I paint in shades of ochre dim
Of turned earth, wet with polka-dotted rain
And ivory gray striped yellow leafed trees
With letter carved hearts remembering.
I paint at dawn in bluish pinks, in lavender stroked
Lit horizons that blanket saguaros, prickly pear, yuccas
In quilts of puce, lime in lieu of emerald green, and
Violet boulders peaking ’round corners to nowhere.
Where I can see forever…
Painting broad brush strokes…
Forever nourishing my soul…
Because I love, because I need, because I can…
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