The Permanent Robin
At the home of the famous artist
The permanent Robin rests
Where brush and canvas kiss
Her tiny beating breast
Perched on a moment
In the forever twilight
Gripped by the shadow
Of a deep and hungry forest
The permanent Robin rests
Foot step stones
Twist and trickle down
Along the fence;
Floating in Sweet William
Along the butter boards
In twilight rinsed in deeper tones
Inside the emerald air;
The stump, the memory lingers there,
Of the Robin perched
On the moment
Reflecting- singing everywhere
At the home of the permanent Robin
The famous artist nests;
At the end of foot step-stones
Floating in the sweet Sweet William
plc2002
This was written for Carol Evans, and this is about Carol Evans, a great artist that I had the great privilege to know...
If I recall correctly, Carol's talents as an artist are almost equalled by her talent for air hockey.
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