"A Strong Subtle Sound"

A strong subtle sound,
Like that of a brush whipping
A canvas 'long around midnight
On a quiet night,
When stillness is still growing
And the paint is flying
To and fro, back and forth,
In soft little explosions of color,
Is a night such as tonight,
Where solitude is painted in hues
Of green and gold; a happy sprite
Hiding in a corner and a fairy princess
Riding dragonfly wings singing
Out a song of sweet Vidalia purple.

18 Jan 05