I’m easy like summer rain on freshly mowed grass…

       like falling leaves in hues of auburn, and rustic browns, 

              of gentle ways music carouses through my mind. 

                     O what splendor it is just to have blown in the wind 

                                on a feathery mass.

Slow and deliberate I am where my words 

       are pawns used to articulate feelings… 

             like a slow moving river among the birds.

                     but full of reason,  real for what I feel… 

                             So easy like lazy days in the cool of shade…

                                      where canvases full of colors illustrating my                                                                        world made for any season.