A Painting of Words

Let the paper be a canvas and the pen, a brush The words fill the mind like a young girl’s blush Every color on the palette of the imagination Becomes a vibrant idea of luscious creation Open a door of stained glass with swans of white Made more brilliant by the glowing sunlight Surrounded by a pool of sapphire blue Water lilies afloat with teardrops of dew Beyond the door a walled brick terrace of burgundy red With a gray flagstone floor in which to tread Terra cotta pots at the edges with mixed colored flowers Above a dogwood in blooms like a canopy towers Wide steps lead to a large flowing fountain Three flowing tiers sparkle like a crystalline mountain It towers within a large oval pool A goldfish swimming like a small orange jewel Beyond the fountain, a cobblestone path Followed by a fence of latticework lath An open field on the other side of the fence Beyond the field is a forest, dark and dense Two Belgian horses graze on clover patches of red Near a large gray stone two-story shed Nearby a pond of sparkling blue Reflecting the clouds of a dusky pink hue The blue sky fades into pink streaks of sunset Turning the forest trees to a darker silhouette And the grass to bright emerald green All to create a tranquil pastoral scene The words fill the mind like young girl’s blush With the paper as a canvas and the pen, a brush.