I think I know just a little of what an artist feels as they survey a fresh canvas;
the thrill of anticipation as sounds and colors of a picture not painted yet, keens one's senses.
Bare feet dash and pitter-patter
Children laugh and chitter-chatter
Vesper of the meadow-lark
Tunes dusk’s dust-sweet ‘getting dark’
Sigh of summer-happiness
Quivers in the poplar tress
Wakes an ache within the heart
For Farewell’s collected art
For the tincture on yon tray
Rife with pictures held at bay
Where time-shares of joy and strife
Wait to paint pieces of life
Where the garden’s gray-brown sheens
Waits to wear fresh collard/colored greens
Yellow squash and red tomato
Carrot orange, white potato
Where, for all our wish and whim
Bud holds folds that flare and dim
Where the feet that pitter-patter
Where the carefree chitter-chatter
Soon will tune the tender part
In the garden of the heart
Where the canvas of the land
Waits beneath the Painter’s hand
Where gardens of soul and sod
Trust the Providence of God
© Janet Martin
And God said, “Let the earth sprout vegetation, plants yielding seed,
and fruit trees bearing fruit in which is their seed,
each according to its kind, on the earth.”
And it was so.
The earth brought forth vegetation, plants yielding seed according to their own kinds,
and trees bearing fruit in which is their seed,
each according to its kind.
And God saw that it was good.
And God said, “Behold, I have given you every plant yielding seed that is on the face of all the earth, and every tree with seed in its fruit.
You shall have them for food. And to every beast of the earth and to every bird of the heavens and to everything that creeps on the earth, everything that has the breath of life,
I have given every green plant for food.”
And it was so.