My Journal Always Listens

Sun shining, new day dawning
Preparing to work again using
This peculiar life to paint poetry
Instead of writing with a pen the
Brush and colors tell the tale of
Sadness of Winter breaking into
Spring in sunshine hues that my
First painter Iove would approve
Yellow, Ochre, Sienna, Amber
Especially Sienna and Amber the
Names of my wished for daughters
Had I been blessed with such
Fortune to conceive
This time in isolation gives
Ample opportunity to reflect on
What might have been and I'm not
Sure if this is the right place to blurt
Such suppressed feelings but
They're out now and the weight has
Lifted into a lighter hue
And all for just sharing with you