Poetry Corner for June 15, 2014
His brush touching lightly, this masterpiece create,
To this frosty loveliness the most stoic will relate.
Feathery fern with lacy edges, willowy branches bending low,
More lovely than a “Degas” where ballerinas gently bow.
As the rays of morning sun filter through the glassy pane.
My picture turns to tear drops, rolling down the window frame.
The painting slowly fading before my very eyes,
Nothing I can do to stop destruction of this prize.
Just a lovely memory this picture soon will be,
But within my heart forever, this treasure stays with me.
Ann Gradishar of Aurora