Soft Canvas, a rare love poem

Sunset City Skyline by Pineman

It is a soft canvas you compose upon;

swirl your dipped finger along

and gentle, leave your mark

in a palette you and the canvas

will know.

Straw grass, and sunset across the park

where long-limbed baseball

boys play into

summer, the canvas

slowly collects the sky,

and washes you across it.

There is no not you:

the trees, the children,

the late evening cut grass

and iron-railed front porches laden

with memories among the begonias.

The city edges away,

all colours stirring to you.

The sirens incite and cry.

You arc and brace among them,

blending soft edges and hues,

kissing the canvas alive.

PD/2009

This poem first appeared online at blueskies poetry and was their posted poem for Valentines week, 2009