I'll Paint You a Poem

With this keyboard, I will paint you

a honeydew melon patch at the far side of summer,

draped in dew-kissed webs, the spidery artist 

long-gone on its trembling legs.

I will sketch for you a patch of shy fiddlehead ferns,

unfurling delicately, blushing green, 

to the tender song of the brook.

I will paint you a sky-high sun over the mountains,

so you may clearly see the path of the waterfall 

down its slopes,

and I will colour in perfect puffy storybook clouds,

birds of many colours,

a rock covered with growling, barking sea lions,

and a gray whale, leaping, far out at sea.

If you are still not sated, wait one instant more,

and I will, with a flourish, 

create for you a star-flung sky

just before midnight, frost crackling underfoot,

scent of wood-smoke on the almost-winter air,

and I will pencil in the faint sleepy cry 

of an owl going into its burrow,

just before dawn.

An oldie from 2014, which I will share with the Tuesday Platform at Real Toads.