A Familiar View, Another Hue
A familiar view with another hue.
Soft, gentle hues brought about by
A passage of time when the light sits softly in a sunless sky.
The familiar view whispers of a gentility,
Of gelati and pastels
And pearls and cream.
It’s a familiar view but with dove-greys skies and ink-washed seas
As if painted by an unseen hand.
It’s a familiar view with softened hues
Where the line between art and reality is undefined.
It rests romantically in my soul.
Luring me to a place of peace.
Solitude. Serenity. And sheer delight!