"Watercolors"
ColorPlayRoses, White Paper and brush
soft sabletipglides seamlessly dewdrop of water
and blue paint, i am weaving thee a dream. if they say
two arts cannot  grow together and feed one another,
I ask them of my hummingbird vine or any vine's sweetly
dripping tendrils entwining a lattice, thusly my brush glides
gracefully, powerfully, to express in colors, shapes and symbols
some underlying meaning of my heart-- and thus, my poems.
My poems and art grow rom the same fertile soil of
my Heart, and so they are irrevocably linked.  Show them
the hungry vine in summer and tell them, Thus, Thusly, is my love
for painting and all things expressing the soul.