Green

I was there!

emerging from the deepening dream

Your painting 

~ stretched canvas rough wooden cedar framed

Rocky islands emerging from the strait

viewed through tall cedars

from your studio window

in your hippie house on the hill

comfort of home

touches my soul

like a Bronwen Wallace poem:

salad singing in a wooden bowl

I see a young painter  living the dream

delighting in the deepening green.


~ inspired by a painting by my dear friend Jenny



write a poem about living with a piece of art.

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