ahhhhh

The trees began
to whisper
and the wind
began to roll
and in the wild
March morning
I heard them 
call my soul.

Alfred Lord Tennyson

Seeing

There are no clouds
in the sky
being blown by the wind
no whales, or bunnies, or dragons
floating
just floating on through
my imagination.
I keep on walking
keeping to the shady side of the street
enjoying the crisp cool air.
The beginning of Autumn is there,
in the shadows,
a chill, slightly harsh wind.
Soon there will be glorious colours
shining during the sunny days,
and a pop of happiness
on the cloudy ones.

If I keep my eyes open
I will see it all.

Suzanne McCann

oh, Pablo, so true, so true

Art washes away
from the soul
the dust 
of everyday life.

Pablo Picasso