The painter's pallet's shades of green,
all washed and scrubbed, distinct and clean,
outlined against a gray banked sky
and I
am warm and dry
watching here from windows high.
A mass of trees
a half hid house
tall pillars, sculptured porticoes
all gray and stained and clean.
Dismal? No!
Inspiring? Yes!
I watch the laughing umbrella pass.
The lawns are spread,
hid by the trees,
like some palacial garden.
The shimmering sidewalks far below,
oh how I wish that I could go
and walk in the serene, the peace
of rainy warmth of summer days.
High points, laughter, perfect joy;
all are part of life,
but to live we must enjoy
the misty, rainy
melancholy,
days that make up life.
Copyright © 1998 Steve Falkenberg