09/20/2024
You
Winter doldrums
Overcast skies
A chill in the dry air
Stirs a quiet familiar wonderment inside
A week's old snow
Lay shriveled and spread
With brown earthen mud
between the dying and dead
There on an easel a painter's canvas with pigments of dreary whites, grays, and hues of blue
Stark, barren, and tenebrous
And in the center of the painting is you
A deep, layered , brilliant red lipstick colored rose!
Whose beauty is Magnified by those dancing particles of dim light and atoms which dance about the pallet exalting their praise...
of You,
My Love,
Christine!
Happy Anniversary!💋