The Art of Spring

 

She sat at her easel, like an old dutch Master,

 trying to capture the essence of a bouquet of daffodils,

bathed in the morning light shining softly through her kitchen window.

Her paints were carefully mixed by hand to create shades of

yellow – golden dawn, golden echo, and lemon beauty.  She sketched

 their ruffled petals, so like lacey lingerie, and wished she could paint

the scent of them – a love call to bees.  

 

Poetics: Daffy for Daffodils, Sprung in Spring