Poem for her 843

Dear Readers,


The painting


There on the stand
Paint's in hand
I try to film
That day once long ago
Parking lot
The standing figure
Off in the distance
Hair not blowing
Coat slim
The snow just so
The frame set
The edges of sky
Blue gray clouds
The paint's never quite
Do the scene
My mind's screen
Sharp and firm
The face only seen
When up close
This far away take
Oft seen in drawings
Seen today
As I try new paints
Just bought
Shopping


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.