Poem 168:

Brush with Color


Brush with color
the flowers and sand
the moon with her golden glow
the sun as it sets below

Set aside the winds
of time, the songs of death
and remember the bright colors
of today’s sunrise, tomorrows sunset

Paint the mysteries of life
hidden fields filled with joy
the snowy path with winding trails
winds that touch the cold deep within

But what I remember most
of time that has passed,
is the tender moment
of that first gentle kiss,
so very long ago

(for someone special…)

© 2014 by James Spruell All rights reserved

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  1. LadyBlueRose's Thoughts Into Words

     /  June 9, 2014

    Beautifully as if painted with a gentle hush within stillness
    Take Care….You Matter….


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