Expressionist Posies

Wild are the spring flowers which win my heart wood violets blue, and those Johnnie jump-Up starts waves of ajunta burgundy glow pierced with lost daffodils standing apart a gourmands delight admired a la carte 'mong seas of forsythia fences are draped. Bushes of fuzzywillows looking smart, cozy up to dirt roads soften the heart. even the dandelions make a fine tableaux as off I go my head spinning with art to paint images, the sweet and the tart expressionist posies, as if for VanGogh. Indian strawberries dot gardens in beds as buttercups yellow, slip through rye grass tickled by warm winds and skies overcast. Oh, I'm ready to paint the beauty ahead with crimson, vermilion and titanium lead. Sitting on a hummock I draw the repast mixing my colors on a piece of glass stunned by the wild flowers, most over tread. *Dante's variation on the Italian sonnet.