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

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.
writer, dreamer, lover, seeker. labels never reach the heart of any matter, but they might be a place to start...