she passes barefoot
in a cotton dress
backlit by morning sunshine.
i savor her silhouette
as she glides past
to our sun-drenched studio.
there, a pristine canvas
heavy with anticipation
aches for the strokes
which will shock 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...