The Brush Toils
Pigment and yolk
are together softened, held in hues passing
between salmon and tangerine
the springtime of youth
in a brilliant force of pastels
Those shades
that stretch summer to autumn
flush garnet, russet, sanguine, rust,
blending the years in
with gentler greys
beneath the muted cloak of winter's shadow
Life in one smooth harmony
as the brush toils, and the paint gets the glory
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