Thursday, May 4, 2017

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[image courtesy imaginary garden with real toads]


HIS PALETTE
I have seen clouds like these
Pink, in the late dawn sky.
Creeping through the trees
Still dressed in silhouettes.

Al the while the twitter-ers
The chirpers and the whistlers
Are sounding choruses of light
Singing of olden dreams
Singing of future hope

I have seen clouds like these
Pink, in the late dawn sky.
I often wonder, where does God
Hide his palette? is it
At the end of his rainbows
HIS PALETTE© gillena cox 2017

Blog hopping with
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads
Artistic Interpretations with Margaret - Small Town Inspiration...
Margaret gave us a few paintings to write a new poem about
I chose -Paul Whitener (1911-1959) Unfinished Landscape, @1950, Oil