It is time for my winter cold

So I have tucked myself

Away with some art books

I have been transported back

To another world

A world of bright colours

Without a hint of grey

Not everything was perfect

But there was a beauty to life

An excitement revealed

During each waking hour

I am not an artist but I have the eye

My words are my colours

My pen my brush

I am pleased with my talent

But I am greedy for more


Lavina Weller Smith