The Easel

The Easel
Sweet fragrance of coffee permeates my cup
as I stare in the distance slowly raising it up
I ponder in a trance I’m not yet awake
What a beautiful painting this morning will make
In brisk autumn air I watch the sun rise
When it dawns on me I have no supplies
Trees splashed with color the lake’s hovering mist
I take it all in, as I make a long list
I need canvas and paints with all kinds of hues
Like reds and yellows and greens and blues
I’ll need an easel and I’ll get a frame too
I better get started cause there’s so much to do
Reconsidering my plan this beauty is too vast
I’ll just sit right here and
make the memory last.

2012 Householder

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