The Poetry of Color
Colors dancing ‘cross the canvas
from the artist’s seasoned brush;
hues of reds and mauves and blues all
waltzing slowly in a hush.
Swaying softly to the music
drifting calmly through my mind;
the poetry of colors, and their
gentle beauty undefined.
Closing eyes I see a sunset,
hear a tender twilight tune,
see the poetry of colors
dancing slowly ‘neath the moon.
August 5, 2019
Copyright © John Gondolf | Year Posted 2019
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