To Paint With Worded Brush

My words – but feeble brushes attempt to recapture the essence of a masterpiece in black and white lines, to give flight to a long dormant eagle, raise a long set sun, scorch the soul of the horizon, make diamonds of the dew. To paint with worded brush the infamy of sunrise red setting fire to daybreak, the purple edge of waking blue clinging to the moonlight, the splash of sunrise dancing across a pond, the sound of nature humming as she wakes her children. John G. Lawless ©11/9/2021