June 18, 2009
Some days, like today,
A gorgeous, fantastic, warm
June day,
I am totally empty of ideas.
I drive and drive all the
way
To Parrsboro and back again,
Enjoying the poppies, flocks,
The lupins, buttercups and
twinflowers.
No matter what I see,
Nothing says paint me.
I sit on a favourite beach
At Thomas Cove.
The grass is strikingly
green.
Light and shadows are
playing
On the orange sand stone
cliff.
The water is an intense blue
gray,
Supporting the pale cerulean
sky.
Still though my heart pulses
With the beauty,
My mind can’t find a
painting.
On days such as these,
It is best to stop
searching.
It is time only to be kind
to one’s self.
With each deep breath,
I relax.