You make my art-starved spirit sing:
A canvas splashed with brilliant hues
Of scarlet, chartreuse, and azure blues.
Perched among the fuschia flowers,
A redbud refuge is your bower
Against a clear and cloudless expanse
Of the bluest blue. I stand entranced.
All afternoon you come and go
Keeping me company as I work below
To dig and weed and cultivate
A beauteous Eden I long to create.