"Oh my, Mom!" exclaimed my eldest daughter yesterday as I showed her my 'empty canvas'
(thanks to water troubles that began our new year!)
" I have to say a lot of words come to my mind before 'empty canvas'
but if that's what you see then, great!"
( I use 'water-troubles' carefully because right now
our hearts/prayers are with those in flooded Nebraska!)
Don't you just LOVE March gardens?
They bloom perfectly from books spread on tables and
in dream-lands without dirt!
From the forge of ice and snow
Gorgeous dreams of flowers flow
Gushing like a rainbow brook
Through thought’s every nook and crook
Time has tamed the wilding gale
Coaxed warm raindrop from its wail
Hope unfolds, gold-violet-vined
In grand gardens of the mind
Fantasy finds Brigadoon
Perfect blue-green afternoon
Hillside almost-heaven splays
Apple-blossomed milky ways
Happiness sings like a lark
Spring and morning meet its mark
Laughter is a daffodil
Where winter has lost its will
© Janet Martin