(I had this day wrong, Fra Angelico should be Feb. 18, but, for some reason I had him as March 18.)
One Drought Softened, One to Go
As the rain has been too long
Away from the hardened earth,
So have I too long neglected
My paints.
Now, I'm too scared
To boldly play
And smear
And enjoy the melding of color and form
Onto blank canvas.
Too practical minded
And, therefore,
Too hardened, to poetic
Stone,
This blessed rainy night.
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