Flowers Flowers Everywhere from her Brush
She strokes with her Expert Wrist with Pure Blue
The Veils of her Grace and her Smile
Wonder what makes a Painter love so Much?
Why Stain the Canvas? Why make it Sing Out?
I just shake my head and I ponder it.
If there is distance between life and art
or Beauty arranged its own terms somehow
While Life makes away with the Questioning
Living awaits Anxiousnessly Easy
The Image as it Sits in the Portrait:
Was it the Art or the Artist Designed?
Feathers as to Wind what Color to Paint
The beginning to begin Again When.
A Poem for Margaret for Her Wedding GIft
For her Happiness
Next to my Blue and Yellow Feather
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