Portovenere, Italy ~ Luca Libralato
Brushstrokes of blue and gray
outline the puffy clouds.
Broad swipes of teal and aquamarine
meet the neverending horizon.
Swells of purest white
rise from the blue depths.
As my fingers reach for the canvas,
my gaze travels to the brushes,
and I shake my head.
No painting is needed
to capture the perfect day.
I stare around me
at nature’s perfect handiwork.
Portovenere, Italy ~ Luca Libralato
Brush strokes of blue and gray
to fill in the puffy clouds.
Crayon swipes of teal and aquamarine
to meet at the neverending horizon.
Each wave swell of the purest white
to rise from the depths of dark blue.
My fingers reach for the canvas.
My eyes travel to the brushes.
I shake my head.
No painting is needed.
No copy to diminish the essence
of a perfect summer day at the shore.
Pier 60 | ( by Claude Allaert )
It does shine on the water so bright.
Smell the salt water in the air.
Let the sea breeze flow through my hair.
Happiness is a day at the beach.
It is what I so dearly beseech.
A day with no worries or fears.
No bad things to bring me to tears.
Pier 60 | ( by Claude Allaert )
SUMMER
I want to enjoy the summer light.
It does shine on the water so bright.
Smell the salt water in the air.
Let the sea breeze flow through my hair.
Happiness is a day at the beach.
It is what I so dearly beseech.
A day with no worries or fears.
No bad things to bring me to tears.
A perfect book for a summer day.
I will be reading it come what may.
Whether on the beach or in a boat,
I’ll be happy like a billy goat.
Vampires and demons, oh my!
It’s not a sweet lullaby.
Witches and darkness galore.
It surely won’t be a bore.
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