I was brought up believing God is an artist…
that she has an artist’s eye.
How else can you explain how every day
she paints the land…the sea…the sky?
I love never knowing what painting I will see
because each day of every season she paints so differently.
Her winter colors are muted…
peace, serenity and solitude…they convey
She paints like Whistler and Picasso
when they dabbled in white and gray
In springtime she paints in greater detail
as buds on the trees and flowers appear.
She begins to use more lively colors
and paint like da Vinci and Vermeer.
Her summer hues burst off her canvas
as the number of her pallets increase.
Diverse colors show up everywhere
as she paints like Van Gogh and Matisse.
But my favorite season of her painting
as each day I look out and am enthralled
is when her unique colors of summer
blend into impressions of the Fall.
I picture her in her heavenly studio
constantly mixing colors deciding on this day’s motif
surrounded by her brushes
as she paints…then repaints each leaf.
I love when she paints Like Whistler and Picasso in Winter,
Like da Vinci and Vermeer in Spring
And when she paints like Van Gogh and Matisse in summer
I love all the colors she brings…
But I prefer the Fall….sitting among the trees
as the sun illuminates the day…
and watching how her colors blend together…
as she paints the season like Monet.
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