Instant View.... Poem by Sylvia Frances Chan

This morning I awoke, my dear
too early, I haven't provoked, that's clear
the backdoor opening
realizing the coldest fresh air breathing
a straight light in pink-orange complexion
instantly my paintress' sense full attention
true light colored linings in lightest blue
not a daily nor ordinary view

the radio-news is announcing
Indian summer would come bouncing
wow, my dear, that means many many sun rays
not only on the greatest roadshow to Amsterdam,
but in all smallest and tiniest highways
I love immensely this kind of weather
not too cold but not too hot either
people become friendlier to each other
they have more patience, love and time for elder

you must watch this picturesque scene, my love
such impressive marvelous colors above
I am saddest that you would not be able to watch
the emerald green gets its turn
covered with pink-orange and Auburn
as far as I am concerned,
I took my tassel, colors, canvas and then
I am in heaven and in love again, my friend….



©Sylvia Frances Chan
poetess and paintress

A.D. Saturday 13th Oct 2018 -
@ 14.44 hrs. P.M. West-European Time