Springtime By Monet
A nail goes in the barren wall to bring the spring alive
I can almost hear a bird that begs a morning sun to rise
There's a garden now between my palms, and dew within my eyes
The fog lifts high and drifts away, and clouds that hover high
While butterflies, and bumble bees, bring color, oh, so grand
Addressing spring, caressing things, a rainbow in my hands.
I glimpse, as if through windowpanes, and fall in love anew
Enchanting me with roses, red, that bloom around my head
A cottage quaint, with paint of gold has cheered me from the blues
Such charm invites my soul to rest, in shades of Monet hues
From nature is a vast array, of color, by the best
I wish to hold the magic long, to frame, to keep, ... to last
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Inspired by "Springtime By Monet" For Ekphrasis Contest Sponsored By Rick Parise
1/5/15
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