Soft wash of water's power
flows through me
in gentle tumbling
of my human hand
as I stroke your surface
with my silken brush

flickering there
shimmering here

curving loosely
with lilting sweep
up to grace
of feathery green

as streaking pastels
float above me
and I stand watch

sighing softly
in my dreams.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Watercolor by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 11/7/02
Dedicated to my Art Teacher,
Linda Willard

The poem came from the painting.