Watercolor

I held the paint brush trembling for I had never, painted anything in my entire life but had wanted to; I began with the sky- in my head I saw azure and swirls, of clouds drifting, it was all within me waiting for me to paint. then, I painted flowers swaying in the grass- oh it was a serene scene, and of course, there were ducks on a pond floating locked in my memory; and I painted them dipping the brush in water, then color, then water again, I was amazed and thought what other nature scenes lay within my mind . . . . __________________________________ December 12, 2019 Poetry/Verse/Watercolor Copyright Protected, ID 19-1207-203-02 All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.