His Paintings Of Love Poem by Chris Embrick

The old artist went out to paint today
the same old tree
But he found the meadow filled with flowers
sweet memories
He lay back to relax his mind and rest
against the oak
The wild flowers brought back sweeter years
their beauty spoke
Leaving his canvas to chase butterflies
with his young wife
So enchanting beneath the Summer sky
her joy of life
He paints the beauty that each season brings
life he recalls
Every masterpiece, his labor of love
she's in them all
His plein air paintings each a lovely scene
He's captured her beauty in a thousand dreams.