A Little Bluer Please
A little bluer please
a darker rim
around a distant cave
peering into the orange tip
of sunrise.
Will they see it?
Well not it….but me
gazing from within the depth
of brushstrokes,
watching them as they
control the urge
to touch,
to feel the gentle breeze
moving through
motionless trees.
The aura of the forest changing
passersby caught
lost in the shifting nuances
of a brushstroke
in time.
©11/9/2021
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Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2021
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