Sun on silver hair
Summer winds hum through his work—
young at seventy-five.
Violet breeze whispers
ruby glow in shadows deep
lust lingers, unclaimed
Pencil poised so still
Afternoon light fades softly
Thoughts wait on the page
Winter's quiet cloak,
Peaceful stillness blankets the earth,
Still, serene, serene.
Winter's quiet embrace,
Peaceful, still, the world in hush,
Snow blankets, serene.
Cheeky grin so bright
Witty whispers dance at night—
Hard work meets delight.
Farewell to work days,
Restful holidays near,
Sunshine soothes the soul.