A Gift For Seeing The Day Through - Poem by Nancy Newhouse
Clarion blasts of color bounding over the fields,
Leaping upon the mountains, cavorting in the air,
Gamboling in the clouds.
Eyes hear and feast on the shouts from a palette of violets, fuchsias, mauves, lavenders, magentas, corals, tangerines
Minds lighten and exult, delighted at the painted chorus
Which promises future splendors from the One
Who provided them for the celebrating grasp of Man.
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