Watercolor

Splotches of sky,
daubs of fuschia and white idle above.
A cottage near the stream, our soft painted dream,
and ripples of blue.

Watercolors,
silver mist blurs the mountainside.
Rows of emerald pine, our hidden divine,
and beads of limpid dew.

Echoes of dawn,
a cool gale of the nearing spring.
Awash in teal blooms, our calm wooded womb,
and memories of you.

Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

Gently laid appreciation.. nature seen and stored into the memory bank: a gift noticed instead of seen but not looked at with care.

'Watercolors,
silver mist blurs the mountainside.
Rows of emerald pine, our hidden divine,
and beads of limpid dew'

Very few can create a canvas of words, here above, you have

[Mari' Emeraude]

This was just a palette for the eyes! Beautiful!

[Anita Frader]

This feels very nostalgic to me.
Like remembering a past love or summer romance.
Captured within the canvas of our mind as a memory, the feelings still vibrant even if the details are less so.
Anyway, I love it.

[Arundass TP]

A beautiful poem. Really colorful and enjoyed reading 👍