she passes barefoot
in a cotton dress
back-lit by morning sunshine.
i savor her silhouette
as she strolls
to our sun-drenched studio.
there, a pristine canvas
hangs in anticipation
of the brushstrokes
which will coax it to life.
(mostly) short poems on life and love
writer, dreamer, lover, seeker. labels never reach the heart of any matter, but they might be a place to start...