The Painter As a Healer
Twilight hugs the ivory hue of a street-lamp;
gold mocha eyes watch the drizzly
evening through a dusty window.
Autumn leaves in the misty wind are a sleepy flutter
as the smooth cloudy sky blushes a deep pink;
the sunlight colored house lights are turned
on, the shade is pulled; her hazel eyes
become Atheia and Kamo'oalewa- Earth
moons- and a brown- grey dove in repose
gently blends into the descending night.
Copyright © Jennifer Cahill | Year Posted 2021
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