Springtime Showers


Springtime Showers

He takes his brush
and dips it on his painter’s palate.
The theatre of life,
a past love, pain and happiness,
a rainbow upon his canvas.
It rains, he makes it rain.
Some unconscious emotions,
repressed pain surfacing
like bubbles upon a lake.
The drum beats of raindrops
upon the red tin roof.
The drying ponds welcome
the showers.
This springtime ploy
awakens a field of tulips,
which germinate
from dormant
seeds.
Soft pink, yellow,
and various hues of blue
still wet upon the canvas.
The artist yields
to the sunlight;
his heart has no strength
for shades of grey.

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the simple act of painting stirs up memories of a past love