It Started With A Blank Canvas
A blank canvas I marvel on
Unfolding a springtime theme,
As it yawns to life among the dawn.
Clouds part for the sun's scattered bright rays upon
Sweet tender jewels, exquisite to the eye,
Giving way to fresh full fragrance.
Fervor poetic brush strokes emerging day.
Crisp nature shades a graceful performance;
Benignly creatures in fluid form a whimsical waltz.
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2024
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