His Canvas He Tickled
God dipped His paintbrush in tangerine light,
painted streaks of blushes into the night
Silhouettes of trees for that added breeze,
some with leaves unfurling, awake from freeze
Added some contrast, skies above went dim
He looked at His opus and then said, "Hmm..."
"Something's still missing", and then He chuckled...
Three birds: a Smile; His canvas He tickled
** July 11, 2010 written for Carolyn's Heaven Sent Smiles ^_^
Copyright © Kabuteng P.Ink K. | Year Posted 2010
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