With her fingers
she
.......transmutes
greens
to golds..
Antiques, brights, muted
bronzes
The ground glazed
with
gold fairy dust,
autumn leaves
carpeting
the earth
preparing for winter.
My eyes devour the scene
like
a hungry peasant,
brought to the feast...
sampling
all...touching
then exploring every rocky
mossy
crevice.
Each tree, a joy to my sight
until
my eyes overflow,
rivulets of joy, the outpouring
of life caressing
me,
enveloping me....in love.
Kay
Elaine Ekwall
copyright,
Nov. l999
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