“Have you been painting today?”

Photos by author Susan Christiana

There has to be a splash of color, a tiny bit of warm

Mix it all together —

My brush is not forlorn,

I hold on tight

With all my might, I flick it oh so hard.

It splatters each and every way,

Its colors fall in place,

Along this path in wilderness,

My heart begins to race.

Excitement!

Delightment!

Who knew what some can do

With just a brush, a flick of wrist —

A site of beauty appears,

It seems I felt some tears.

Nature’s beauty brought me to my knees.

I feel nature's effect — it really does appease.