The Artist

No easel no canvas, pencils erasers, no palette or brushes, neither inks nor paint, none of these ever, are seen to be used, and yet each masterpiece, without constraint. On the easel of heavens, the world is her canvas, sunbeams to draw, erasing with breeze, a palette of clouds, and a single moonbeam, dipped in … Continue reading The Artist

The Midsummer Bloom

Midsummer blooms on hills and vales down ridges and ravines, a splash of boundless colours now overwhelms the greens, lemon, blonde, butter, honey, canary or cream, scarlet, lilac, plum, lavender, any shade you dream. The fragrant bouquet lays a feast with nectar laden sweet, bees and wasps, flies and ants, all gather for the treat, … Continue reading The Midsummer Bloom