Starting the Year in Verse and Color - January 2, 2015

                       LATE BLOOM

     It has been long ever since
     I first woke up.
    
     near the small converted barn-garage.

     And through a rain
     Of fine debris

                            You see her under fluffy, pink skies.

           Spin her fiercely in the breeze,

                                                   the way Vermeer put light
                                                   and hummingbird wings

                                                    where I'll wait for you when I'm gone

Acrylic and Poem Collage