(for Dónall) Green Fingers Poem by Janice Windle

Ah...I can still see your green fingers dripping with paint as they shape me into being and I come alive on canvas. The orchid longs for your touch...willing to blossom just for you. As Captain Picard observes: 'Make it so...! ' And so I boldly go where no man has gone before and split the in-fin-i-tive. love Donall Donall

Love & high imagery......thrilling combination

A very pretty picture that makes.: -)

Dear Janice I like what I see, and this to me, is gentle -beauty Love duncan X