Friday, January 29, 2016

An Old Woman and a New Day

And she arose,
naked in her ancient beauty...
she stretched and crossed the room,
barefoot on the stones...

She blew a single breath,
on the snowflake frosted window...
rubbed with the hardness,
of a calloused thumb.....

To see, the wonder of a day begin...
a night, to fade away...
and as the light of that birthing sun,
rose and warmed the window pane....

So, did her spirit rise...to greet it...
to meet the new chance of it...
one more day,
with untold surprises....
myriad disguises...
to unfold itself at her feet....

one pure bright canvas,
offering itself only and completely to her...
to paint what she would,
with all that she could...

shadows of pain,
dancers of pleasure,
embraces in wonder...
every conceivable adventure ...
all awaited the colors of her brush.....

She drew in that chance,
with a bold breath...
lifted her arms....
and began to paint....
with passion, tears, joy, gratitude and oh, so much more...
her brush threw itself  across the canvas....
to enjoy that one more day !

 

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