This artists world
is a silent laugh
behind a lonely window...

Though time
and over use may
find the comfort
of her home laced
with chips and cracks,
the window
is the only entrance
to her rambling mind.

Locked in safely
with a mild spirit
and a tender heart,
quite often she finds
herself peering out
to become entertained
with life.
Even the seasons
amuse her.

Like the stare of Springs
invisible eyes.
She sees them -
quietly weaving
their tapestry.
Soft rays of color
gently spilling
into Summers warmth,
then fading,
with hope,
into the open arms
of Autumns twilight.

She sees Autumns
smouldering leaves,
dance like tiny embers
across her canvas.
Then in exhaltation
she tastes the sweet decay
of a desperate breath
blowing in a cornucopia
of bronzed colors
about the land.

Drink from her golden cup!
Intoxicate yourself
with the alluring
odor of her crisp passion!
Indulge, and be swept
into the whirl wind
of the shadows
of her mind!
Then taste her dying lips
again and again,
as she anticipates
Winters assured return.

This artists world
laughs silently at her...
she closes her window
and draws the blinds.