Enflowered

She tells me she thinks of me

while painting the tulips

Washing love into the reds

With the thick paper’s receptivity

Forming a new color within me

As if feeling the fuzzy texture of hand knitted scarf wrapping around me

She tells me she prays for me

In the long brush strokes of lucent green

Leaning toward edges of page

Reaching a new place in my heart

As if I am hanging on vine growth in time lapse, taking me to new view

She tells me she hopes for me

In her choices of blues & absence of hues, sculpting the white shapes

Changing the shape of me as if I am both held in the deep pockets of indigo and uplifted in the pinks bold emergence

I tell her how I LOVE her painting

by writing her this poem,

how my eyes swoop through the watercolored space

with her intentions for me

and I become like a barn swallow at sunset!

How I become enflowered with her painting—

As if empowered by the humbling of painted thoughtfulness, flying free

Watercolor by Sue King, Main Street Galleries, Murphys, CA