Poetry
In the little garden
Branches reaching high
Against a small shed
Bright, alive the kumquat tree grew
Leaves turning and twisting like a dance
Branches veering left and right
Unsure of anything but up
Up and into the light
"Kumquat Tree", Oil Painting on Canvas, 14 x 18 inches
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The other flowers have blossomed
When will I?
Will my turn even come?
Or will I just fade, never more than a simple bud
They are bright and luscious with their arms outstretched joyously
And I wait
I wait and hope that when it is my turn
If I get a turn
As a late lily
That someone will smile
Because of the one last blossom
When the rest have long faded
"Lily Blossoming", Oil Painting on Canvas, 8 x 10 inches
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Sweet and bright
Hand picked perfection
A child grabs a handful with no delicacy
Ripe and unripe
They do not know the potential in the little white green berry
They must be taught
Take a moment
Explain as sweetly as the deep, rich berries
Take these easy moments
Take them and use them
Do not take them for granted
Work in Progress, Strawberries, Oil Painting